Prison of Thoughts

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They hammer phrases, blunt and crude,
until all thought is still, subdued.
A mantra, chewed a thousand times,
and every head agrees it rhymes.

The minds are hollow, voices bare,
ensnared in lies they cannot tear.
No doubt remains, no voice, no song,
just echoes of the leader’s tongue.

A cage of steel grows, cold and tight,
forged from slogans, hate, and spite.
Inside sit humans, stripped of will,
believing they are thinking still.

Each glance that circles, trapped within,
feeds lies anew, begins again.
A nation tangled, chained, betrayed,
in cages built from words they’ve made.
-© Ferit Sahin