Truth and honesty
words we believe are carved deeply in our hearts
yet if you wipe away the pooling blood
looking at the swollen words
do we really believe that we hold them dear
those words that morally question us
to be better...we need to be better
Close your eyes
look back into the past as far as you can go
think about your lessons of life
does your knowledge of the truth and honesty
of the history of your country, your life
your own adherence to those words
follow a straight path...is there not lies
Condensed into misconceptions
washed to take away the very core of our history
hung out in our line of sight
a swift breeze will dry those pages of [not really] lies
to convince your soul that it is what has always been
nothing is different, no hidden meaning or words
just what it is...what you need to see
I stutter at the morality
of the intelligent beings that carry their banner
there's nothing else but what you see
nothing that I haven't regurgitated into an assembly
that leads you down the path
with Pan and his trusty flute comforting your ears
with someone's fantasy...come sing my tune
Control of history
control of what was truth and honesty
control of the words you hear the images you digest
control of the world around you
comes in the little words strung together dishonestly
control of every part of your soul
is the history of how women rose from constant defeat.
barb
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