Truths vanish 

As history is written

Smoke wreathes around

Time upon time

The reflections of broken mirrors 

The refractions of shards

Placed to trap dullards

Whose minds travel in a heard.

 

Truths vanish

Upon the alter of greed

Perceived greater need

For those to feed

Whose snouts already bleed

From trammelling in the seeds

Of victims final needs.

Victims of viler creeds.

 

Truths vanish

Lies as truth laid bare

As perpetrators compare

Their versions of truths despair

Using tools bought and paid in snares

Used to trap and hold right there

People without the whit to really care

Until too late is the knowing stare.

 

Truths vanish

As the passage of time

Resembles corpse laid beneath lime.

The rotting stench of lies sublime

The confusion of knowledge as prime

The belief of truth fed as a crime

The knowledge that we’ve been fed a line

Yet still we sit with softened spine.

 

Truths vanish

But is it not finally here

The time to stand 

Without any fear

The time to educate

And elucidate

Upon the final fate

Of those that bait. 

So teach them the true reality of truth. 

See if they can keep warm with their lies

If we threw them to the street 

There to live on the boulevard of broken truths.