Rumors

Rumors     7/23/2015

Beaten, shot, or stomped

Crushed, strangled, and burned

The innocent murdered

Out of hatred and envy.

Pride was the first sin

Long before we ever knew

Malignant, arrogant,

Vain, and cruel. 

The cages have been opened

And now the beasts emerge

Seething with hatred

To kill while they can.     

Their fate is sealed

But how much worse for the keeper

Driving them on

And setting them free.  

Words have great power

But silence, can tell you everything

That you ever needed to know

If only the foolish could see  

What they didn’t want to know.

Yes it is a rumor

And yes, it is a war

As the world consumes itself

Back to back

And surrounded by ghosts.  

Drink it in

And swallow it down

But, turn it in to something

That no one, has seen before.

Truth will always be bigger

Than even the most acceptable lie

No matter how varied or often

It is spoken or forced. 

No amount of money

And no amount of threat

Shall ever snuff it out

No matter the carrot

And no matter the stick. 

We who have walked softly

See the beast, for the trees

Hiding and waiting

To savage and consume. 

Turn over the table

And behold the betrayers

Enabled by the sick

Twice doomed, and dead.