Division in grand

Is the plan

Never mind the stand

Of the politicians

There is no hope

In a place where no one goes

No light to be found

No light on the ground

So blindly we walk

Next to each other

Never to know each others

Presence

In past or future tense

Tense

The bread and circus is our reality

We will never be

Free

The lie

Or the liar

Underneath the layers

Tells the futile truths

But what is truth without response

Without the dignity of light

And recognition

Have we fallen asleep wishing

We were a better humanity

On this earth

Rather the flower that falls over sick

Has ruined the lot

Taking back the earth

In a ink stained blot

To catch a lie

Or the liar

Just bring us the truth