Nightmare

 Nightmare                      5/5/2016

The smoke still rises

From Elm Street

Curling tendrils

Acrid and cathartic.

The snow ball rolls on

Gaining speed and mass

Bigger and bigger

Heavy and wet.

The truth is dangerous

And the truth is pure

Much better than men

Bought and sold. 

It’s not about

Being perfect

Because no man  is perfect

And no man is pure. 

But even flawed men

Can uncover a truth

Straying from the center

Safe and secure. 

The nightmare begins

But still we will not wake up

Sleeping in our dreams

That were never true at all. 

Something happened

And it was not

As it appears

Lie upon lie

For decades and more. 

We go home

And we watch the news

Carefully crafted propaganda

Altered and edited. 

But we who know

Can see with our eyes

The horrible truth

As gruesome now

As it was then. 

Evil multiplies

And grows every bolder

Flush with success

And unable to let go. 

Too big to fail

And too rich to give up

Sitting on top

A mountain of bones. 

Desperate to hide

All that they have done

Men who would be gods

Rotten and corrupt.

Many are awake

And that is why

We see what we do

Finally able

To discern and ask.

Beware the final measures

Of the marked and deluded

Finally exposed

For what they really are.