The Conspiracy Poem by Gerry Legister

A twisted compere to make of us knaves.
Beliefs, opinions, views not substantially.
A world in upheaval, promoting story fables.
Making the place we live more unstable.

Self-interest invites cunning scars to invade.
The conspiracy behind the frightful glare
Can truth be hidden among this parade?
Mostly, agreeing with the dimer atmosphere.

From the eloquent orator, judge, and jury
Draw near to hear the plausible causes.
Mostly, taken for granted without a query.
Of open minds using their common senses

This realm is not a clue found in politics.
Blaming, conspiracy for all the wrong antics.