The truth is known, but It is kept quiet for it Does not serve one’s purpose To have it in the open It is raked up like The leaves in fall and Put in the plastic bags That time will not decay It serves the general purpose Of the one who wishes control Followers do not question For how would they know? They have trust in the false god Will follow him everywhere Over deserts and thin ice They really have no care But they notice, slowly, Things are falling apart The order they are used to Is fading away; the crumbling Is about to start and now they Wonder where they went wrong The love they had is gone like Echoes in a song and they fall; They cry; and then blame Will things and times be the same? Where is the truth? Who has Kept it hid and why did they do so? We are in a grave situation which Didn’t have to be. Lying and cheating Prevailed, there is no mystery We know; we knew; and we ignored Denial was a pleasant thing Now we have chaos and insurrection Nothing was true that was claimed It was just a power trip for those Who carried the flames and we Saw what happened and stood there Those in charge did not care as Their purpose was served, yes They rolled the dice, then spoke Out as though everything was nice And now we are paying the price When will we ever learn? Stanski January 17, 2022 ^
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