Curse of the Smokescreen - Poem

This weeks' poem was written based on the word "Smokescreen". Sometime last week, I heard that word as part of a line in a certain song which will remain unnamed and something about it stuck out as a concept or idea for a new poem, so I decided to try and see what I could come up with using the word as my focal point.

The "key word" and basic premise if you will, was pretty much there from the start for me, but I did not know how to begin to create and develop all that into something that would do the idea of the "Smokescreen" justice. Until, something clicked in my mind and everything began to fall into place. 

With newfound clarity, some awesome lines and rhymes from On High, and some lights splashes of poetic energy the poem spilled forth on to the screen and I knew as soon as it was finished and ready to go, that it would be shared this week.

So, with much gratitude and excitement, I present to you, "Curse of the Smokescreen".

I hope you and enjoy it.

Have a wonderful first days of Pesach,

All my blessings,

Your friend,

Yitzy Schweitzer

Curse of the Smokescreen - Poem

Why do we waste away, engaging with faceless individuals?
Spend our days performing heartless, endless rituals,
We have faith in something that we do not truly believe,
Searching for the answers because things are not what they seem.

Seeing a world filed with truth, as a valley of lies,
Ignoring the suffering, hushing the cries,
Deceived by the imagery of falsehood and fraud,
Lost in the dust and mazes of baseless thoughts.

This is the time that we live in,
Souls tormented by pain of the hidden,
Truth though in front of us, we pretend its not there,
G-d once performed open miracles, now He hides, but where?
Looking at the world through a device portraying connection,
Severing relationship, until the too-late realization,
Blinded by the greed of the materialistic schemes,
This is the curse of the smokescreen.

Patterns of the past tried not to be erased,
Yet the darkness that painted over it was evil and unashamed,
Drowning not just tradition, but our souls it pulled them too,
Now the world is lost, doing actions we thought never to.

Running the mazes, but the exits keep changing,
Doors once opened, now closed for maintenance,
How long until the Saviour cometh, won’t it already be,
How long until we realize it depends on you and me?

This is the time that we live in,
Souls tormented by pain of the hidden,
Truth though in front of us, we pretend its not there,
G-d once performed open miracles, now He hides, but where?
Looking at the world through a device portraying connection,
Severing relationship, until the too-late realization,
Blinded by the greed of the materialistic schemes,
This is the curse of the smokescreen

 The fires getting hotter, as the world keeps getting colder,
Burning like a young fire, emotionless, frozen over,
Every pathway is a confusion, every journey is but torture,
Pulled by the snakes’ venom, devouring our future.
The screen is now just mist, never was it true,
We were all gaslight, all played as puppets and fools,
But its there still hope, for this lost generation,
Smokescreen turned off, eagle flying, salvation