Kenneth Maswabi
The world of deception
Everyone is hiding something
It is not hard to tell the difference between lies
and the truth
But we like to pretend to be on the same page
But most of the time we are far away from each other
Lost in our delusions, we are hardly present in the
present moment
Sometimes we hide in the past, holding onto memories,
unaware of the threads in our eyes
We become stagnant, like a pond, we become
irrelevant, then we dry out
Other times, we are building castles, away from the
human turmoil
We are lost inside our shining thin red line between
despair and prosperity
We are unfortunate enough to be without compassion
But fortune is our middle name
The world of deception in not a mortuary
It is a monastery of the dark arts, there is no
empathy, injustice is served cold
Just another cold winter night wrapping around our
hearts
This is not an ideology, it's madness
But everyone is keeping their end of the bargain
The Truth is not part of their conversations
The world of deception is closely intertwined with
the world of perception
There is no common sense but all the five senses
competing for space and time
It is impossible to satisfy the human brain
It is fully loaded with data, yet it is empty of
knowing
Like a gadget, it is always looking for players
To manipulate, pitting them against each other
At the end, there are no winners
Just another lost opportunity to find the truth
©Kenneth Maswabi
09-07-2023
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