The people are blind to the facts
Which explains the current trend in fiction
The people’s united eye is a cataract
Ignoring a plethora of truth with conviction
It’s written in a code; perfected in ignorance
Copyright of those who spill blood of the innocent
Published by the naked eye in distribution
Printed in small text - sometimes invisible ink
To shrink the reader’s squint in fear of losing
Personal opinion to universal wisdom. . .
Blink
Tomorrow is concepted by yesterday’s reverence
Breathe life into your words (silence is pregnant)
Stitch your lips together in a web of deceit
Make reason an insufflated powder your brain’ll receive
But keep it all silent so eyes may perceive
Nine months of tolerance of a violent disease
A bit of intimidation and fear is all it needs
Snort the born seed until each nostral bleeds
Feed on the beliefs to regurgitate religion
To voice what’s hidden beneath, there is no ambition
Chop it fine into chiseled dusted segments
Read between the lines
The answer is cancerous when silence is pregnant