Politics

You stare at pixelated delusions and dream of grandeur.
Little do you know:
your avatars are witches in hiding;
you spout gospel from heavenly majesties,
do you even know what it means?
They conspire, ensnare you with ideologies that speak of equity.
The whole time,
they reach for golden trophies.
You hand them over, not sure why.
Don't drift away on satin cushions;
even sheep know clouds are only temporary