Words of Control
In the corridors of power's domain,
Where politics and faith intertwine,
Could letters etched on sacred scroll,
Be wielded as tools to shape the soul?
Each verse a weapon, finely honed,
To sow the seeds of fear, dethroned.
From rumors of wars to nature’s wrath,
A script designed to chart our path.
With mastery over ink and quill,
Could words be crafted to instill
A sense of dread, a whispered threat,
In hearts and minds, where fears beget?
From burning forests to waters dry,
Do puppeteers pull strings from high?
Scripting scenes on this earthly stage,
To hold the world within their cage.
If politics wields manipulation’s might,
Why doubt they’d shape religion’s light?
Remastering texts, rewriting fate,
To bind the masses to their state.
But in the shadows where truths lie bare,
Do souls awaken to the snare?
To question, doubt, and break the chains,
That bind them to manipulated refrains.
For in the heart of every tale,
Lies the power to unveil
The threads of control, the puppet’s strings,
And seek the truth that freedom brings. RC