Thank you for the feedback! Here's the revised version of the poem:

In ancient times, sorcerers held sway,

Using their magick to have their way.

Illiterate masses, easy to control,

As literacy was a prized loophole.

Magick and symbols, a form of power,

Used to control and manipulate with all their dower.

And now we see the same old game,

In modern times, it's more of the same.

Totalitarian regimes, violating human rights,

Using COVID lockdowns to hide their might.

Closing houses of worship, isolating the old,

All in the name of control, so cold.

The idiocy of mask mandates, unscientific and dumb,

Their health risks ignored, the masses they numb.

Small businesses shut down, bankruptcy their fate,

While the printing of trillions causes an economic state.

The connection is clear, for all to see,

As the elites continue to act with such impunity.

But hope still remains, in the power of prayer,

And the knowledge that truth will one day be declared.

So let us stand strong, in the face of fear and strife,

And fight for what's right, in this game of life.

For the power of the people is stronger than they know,

And the truth will always emerge, to show us the way to go.