Follow the winds of memory, history, and landscapes as Jack Nanaimo’s poetry guides you through a rhythmic journey of life, reflection, and the world around us. Because apparently scrolling TIKTOK isn’t enough depth for your soul.
Has all that has happened in the past hundred years
Happened because the people sat idly by
Letting events unfold as the world went awry
Heedless, as destructive power climbed high in the sky?
There seems to be a reality loss that recently has soared
Robbing the ability of the brain to critically think
As it is led to fall into so many deep burning pits
Filled with false narratives and nonsense igniting flames and smoke
That sneer while turning the truth into a smouldering bad joke
Critical thought is a given to discern what is real
Through the clutter of propaganda that breaks reality’s seal
By hammering it like nails into minds that cause the brain to abort
Leaving not much except stuff that plays out and distorts
As so many are caught on the horns of that old dilemma
Stuck, while those who have stolen the world sit back and rejoice
