Illusions

[manifestdestiny]

O' how glorious they seem swaying in the wind’s gleam.
Embellished by a false sense of esteem, they sing victory songs in the name of their reign
Tramatized and tamed we submit to their claim without disdain. Willingly we unknowingly negate the change and revert to the same frame of mind of the past. Although, rebellion is inevitable the will to revolt is unsustainable and the fight unlikely to last. There are some that stand steadfast but are alienated and outcaste by the very people they fight to protect. The cause of our conditions is hidden from our vision, while poisons are laced to fuel dissention. What fate will we face as a race if there is no effort to correct the situation?