A Short Poem- What are we doing?

Waking up from your slumber,
To find the World is a complete stranger,
All the things you thought were true,
Were just made up to control you.

Dictators a plenty we need more war,
But never money to feed the poor,
The losses of lives we never see,
On CNN or BBC.

Propaganda to turn your head,
And make you more easily led,
Obama, Cameron, Bush and Blair,
Spinning falsehoods pretending they care.

Crocodile tears when there's a 'terror attack'
The chances are they fund and back,
'It was Mohammed' we are told,
With an indestructible passport amid the flames he showed.

The Worlds in trouble but the masses sleep,
You tell your friends but hear no peep,
You plead you, you shout, a hundred times you've said,
But theres no alerting the walking dead.

Phones, sport, TV , and cars,
Keeps them occupied as they drink in bars,
Talking about things with no meaning,
As the World around them is literally screaming.

And what about the kids they have?
They're ok with them living in this trap.
This trap called 'life' to work till we drop,
Whilst the 1% cream off the top.

I long for a time of unity and love,
Where we care enough to give a fuck,
A place where true freedom is king,
With no leaders, gurus, or wolves in sheep skin.