In a world of screens and flashing lights,

Where news is tainted with deceptive bites,

They weave a tale of hate and despair,

Dividing us, creating a chasm unfair.

Propaganda whispers, “You hate me, I hate you,”

But deep within, we know it’s not true.

They peddle lies, hiding truths from our sight,

Keeping us apart, consumed by fear’s blight.

What secrets do they shield from our view?

Behind the curtain, what do they construe?

It’s not about race, nor the color of our face,

But poverty’s grip, affects every place.

The middle class erodes, prosperity fades,

Stolen away by those in power’s charades.

Children play in parking lots, oh so stark,

Their parents forced to dwell in hotels, dark.

American mothers, fathers working each day,

Struggle to pay for homes they once called their stay.

Their children return from school’s weary race,

To one cramped room in the industrial space.

Truck drivers pass by, needles on the ground,

Hotels that stand, in ruin, all around.

But no one sees, no one truly knows,

For it’s all propaganda, the story that grows.

Awake, people, lift the veil from your eyes,

It’s not about you and me; that’s the guise.

The power they hold, those we’ve put in place,

To keep us impoverished, afraid, and in chase.

They pit us against one another, we fight,

While they revel in darkness, hidden from sight.

Yet if hunger consumes us, survival’s demand,

We won’t raise our voices, we won’t take a stand.

But let us break free from this endless divide,

Unite in compassion, with hearts open wide.

Ignorance breeds, when we fail to see,

The plight of poverty affects you and me.

White, brown, black, yellow, all shades unite,

Every belief, every color, in this fight.

Amidst the distractions, the propaganda’s game,

Let’s rise above, reclaim our collective aim.

Together we’ll expose the truth, shine a light,

Break the chains of poverty, end the endless night.

So let us awaken, see beyond the deceit,

For a better future, in unity, we’ll meet.