Misleading signs ... Satire
Romans 11:7
7 What then? Israel has not obtained what it seeks;
but the elect have obtained it, and the rest were blinded.
Breaking down the signposts along the highway of confusion
Particularly the ones of speed limits should be the first to go
I am enjoying a free ride to the endpoint called delusion
where many like me are waiting thinking they’re in the know
At the starting point I was assured by many of the concerned
That the only way to travel was ignoring the places visited before
What a blessing they appeared to be so convincingly well-learned
There is nothing like accepted delusional in embrace of their core
They arrived solemnly from nowhere traveling towards the same
I was just a rest-stop as they were gathering support
An unusual feeling beset me like life was just a game
to be played by humanity in general and this I can’t afford
Jan Wienen
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