The French Camp

The French Camp              7/27/2017

Either by lies

Or maybe by omission

The words are withheld

And the motive hidden. 

The dreams of the dead

Swept under the rug

Overshadowed by a veneer

False, and fake. 

The lie just gets bigger

Every time it is told

Just as false now

As it was then. 

Decades fly by

And the truth

Was there all along

For anyone to see

All around

And everywhere. 

In smoke filled rooms

The decisions were made

About whom to blame

And who to excuse. 

And so the truth was hidden

And we didn’t know

Left with only

What we

Were told.    

Manipulated by propaganda

In art, culture, and tv

To accept decline

Surrender and decay.

Living on poison

One drop at a time

Minute by minute

And day by day. 

Accelerated over time

Because truth is hard to suppress

The replacement of millions

In their own land. 

Medicated, labeled

Penalized, and blamed

The good and the original

Marginalized by degree. 

They lied about the murders

And they lie about them still

Even now that we know

By statistics

And reality.   

Flooded, defrauded

And disenfranchised by the hour

The good citizens of utopia

Murdered in the street. 

The end is here

But the liars remain

Protected by a narrative

Too big to fail.    

Built up

Over time

The tremendous falsehood

Of blame

Enough to make you sick

With more of the same. 

I will remember your name

And I will remember your face

Hunted down for a reason

Because of who you were

And what you were.