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.
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.
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.
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.
But is it not finally here
The time to stand
Without any fear
The time to educate
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.