Convoluted

von Christa Layr

A twist of the wrist turns your hand upside down.
And it doesn’t take much of a motion
to rattle the groundworks of a town
with an earthquake or social commotion.

Society crumbles or bursts at its end
when twisted heads lead it astray,
and crowds of people simply tend
to follow the easiest way.

There is no easy way out for mankind,
too different are all the notions
of life, of values and frames of mind.
Mobs submit to alluring potions.

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