Huddled in a room
They pick at their scabs
Unable to contemplate loss
And unable to accept
The shame.
Knowing in their heart
That they are wrong
But paid to lie
And greedy for more.
Power breeds corruption
And ambition leads to cruelty
As the end justifies the means
Over and over again.
How great
Has been the loss
Buried in the dirt
And forgotten.
The millions who lived
And suffered
Murdered or starved
Over hatred
Or greed.
But how can man
Even begin to know
The truth for the lies
Repeated again and again.
Good for evil
And evil for good
Trading faces
And trading places.
In the dark
We knew nothing
But now that the dawn
Has come
We can see
With discernment.
If a man lies for a year
He can lie for ten
But if he has lied for fifty
Then the truth
Is hard to find.
Yesterday slinks backwards
And falls out of focus
Altered and over exposed
Redacted and hidden.
Edited for good
Or focused for evil
The carefully crafted
Sound bites
For all of us to eat.
If you did not know
The contrast would be stark
But the more that you study
The grayer it becomes.
Muddied by theatre
And rehearsed on cue
A national pageant
Meant to confuse.
The club goes on
And life is good
For those in the know
Who don’t give a damn.
Laughing at extinction
Behind closed doors
The protected immune
To murder and theft.
But the sun
Shall also find them
And expose
All that they do
Forever shamed
And gone.
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