Bring the full court press
Winds blowing through the midwest
Seems we are all now put to the test
False claims
Accusations
Flying past the birds in the sky
Set flight through pure emotions
Let the truth be the only light
Set us free
From the lurking ambiguity
That shackles us to judgement and ignorance
The truth will come out
Come clean
It’s a voice
Heard but not seen
We will soon be free
A flaky transport
This is our real life
Not some novelty sport
Skip the hate
We all are short of time
Short in time
Shot of time
Fuel the infected pin
Before it’s pulled out
This untamed hatred
Fuels a special hate
With an entry ban
On the people who’s historical plans
Have made this great land
There once was a boy named Joel
Who while running
Got stuck in a hole
He tried to leap
But got run over by a Jeep
And that is the poem
Of Joel
Lame accusations
All across the barren nation
Divided bittersweet segmentation
Flaky
Disturbing
The trust I feel eroding
While the claimed is exploding
Without knowing
The unending revolver of dislodged theories
A cent for hate
While the talking heads are irrate
It’s getting late in here
Sleep and take it away
The holder of all notes beloved
Loving food listed in parchment
Protected
From the outer world
Spill your drink
The paper does not curl
Break or beseech
Read the menu in plastic protection
Light subtle reflection
From the menu items pulled
Open your mouth and fill
Food full
Sick bananas
In a bunch
Better late
Or not for lunch
In a bag expedition expedited
Turning brown right in front of us
Pulled from the tree
Nutrition depleted
Sick bananas
Can not be eaten
Wiretaps
Shooting in the pool
Trying to catch the cool water
Catching what is not really there
It was once but is now everywhere
Once a river
Now only a stream
We had better push harder
Than it might not be a false starter
Baseless claims
Covered in the bases
Inside the bases are threads
Tying together interwoven very strange
How can lies and truth now be called the same
Differentiation
Miley if not wholly
Insane
Playing a new game
New rules
New attempts at truth and lies
From the cold winter ground
To the opaque spring sky
I can not try to understand all the commotion
Just new words in rotation
Under God’s Great Nation
Right and wrong
Worshipped and rejected
Hallowed and undetected
Pretending to play along
Contradictions in action
In practice
Malpractice
What is religion
What has it become
Just a paperweight on a stone counter
A wishful hope of love
Amongst a silent chatter of hate
How can hate be the dominant theme
It’s desgusting
This whole religious identity thing
The wistful ride
Step to the right
Step aside
Make way for the true brain
The havoc wrecking train
Out of the spotlight
And into the depths of darkness
Darkening setting
Unsettling
The lies move on
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