Illusionists And Conjurers Poem by Cassaries Johnson

To deceive, to seduce, to coerce,
That is where humanity shines
We love to confuse, we feed on persuasion,
The greatest rulers hold the book of minds

To contrive, to concoct, to conceive,
That is humanity's expertise
We make oblivious things the hottest trends,
It amazes me how we do it with such ease

We conjure a being to give us hope,
And bend others to obey him, too,
It is as if, let loose by a mad master
we are given a plain in which we must make due

Though none can conjure a sword in a second
or bend emotion with a finger,
Magic, it is in this world,
In all of us it lingers

We deceive, seduce, coerce,
Contrive, concoct, and conceive,
We love to create great things from nothing,
We love to prey on the naive,
For we are all illusionists and conjurers