an often said lie
soon becomes the truth for fools
who’ll blindly follow
the path of misconception
even through the gates of hell
truth
immorality…
when we reveal truths
we’re told it’s just too graphic
it may harm someone
that has already been done
ask the victims of war crimes
but their voices have been silenced
when the problem presents itself…
starting to nod off
those repetitious patterns
of old platitudes
wheeled out to avoid the truth
are starting to numb my mind
paint by numbers prescriptions
verbal offerings
from career politicians
who are carefully
walking invisible lines
to maintain their survival
trying to reach retirement
so if you reach out
you’ll find there’s nothing to grasp
hard to hold vapor
but it makes an excellent
foundation for deception
and escape routes from what’s real
foolishly…
believed
in
truth
as
a means
to
justice
but
i was wrong
believed
that
truth
would
reveal itself
with
time
but
once again
i
was wrong
believed
that
truth
could
never
die
but
with a deep sigh
i must
admit
i was wrong
shadow boxing…
was taught that the truth
would always land winning blows
but lies are shadows
so impossible to strike
ends up just an exercise
democracy…
for centuries
the box was guarded
its gilded surface
glowed like gold
in the sunlight
but blackened
when night grasped
the nation
no one knew
its true content
although historians
had contrived
detailed descriptions
of
what
was inside
based upon
archaeological remains
but
in reality
those details
were more myth
than
anything
indeed
one had
to
just
believe
what had been written
and
published
in children’s
indoctrination books
those
who challenged
the faith
were shunned
and
forced to live
within
the narrowest confines
of
the city
or
caged within prisons
to
protect
society
now
one day
after the box
had been dropped
a few observant
people
saw through
the cracks
that
the box
was
empty
de fly (fly on me head)…
fly in me face
fly on me head
fly in me face
fly on me head
well i hope de fly don’t come out and land on me head tonight
well i went out to de debate
and i’m feelin’ a little spaced
and i sit down at the stage desk and
a fly lands on me head
well de fly come down from de farm
you see he wait just off stage
when he hear that i’m telling a lot of bull
de fly land on me head
fly on me head
fly on me head
well i hope de fly he don’t come out
and land on me head tonight
de fly he like foul things
all the children know that
what i need to know from de lord
is how you get de truth from liars
they say liars never win
and truth will show all sins
but what i am afraid of is
that he got another plan
to hide more things…
Based on De Bat (Fly In Me Face)” a song from Carly Simon’
american history books…
old censored pages
written to conceal the truth
carnival mirrors
in due time…
truth always survives
is what i believed but found
that was just a myth
a story for the hopeless
offered in place of justice
when cadets know you lied….
how’s a liar walk
when confronted with truth’s ramp
small unsteady steps
Read Between the Minds 