Truth Is In The Art (IX)

Look in between the lines
And try to see your part.
Poetry and writing are mine.
Truth is in the art.
“Oh, say can you see!?”
Secrets they tried to hide?
Do you think you’re free?
Are those who have died?
This government is constitution-less;
It brags in God’s name,
Terrorizing while it oppresses,
But you are who they blame.
You voted and are in charge?
Let it all get out of hand?
And now you’re living large
But still won’t take a stand.
How does it feel inside?
Oh, don’t have a conscience?
Swelling up, or is it pride?
Is looking away contagious?
In the beginning was the truth,
Was mixed up and destroyed,
Cream of utter, brand-new,
Truth still on top, annoyed?
And now, what will happen?
You really think you’re saved?
Judgment day or entrapment,
You just let yourself get played.
It is in the flow of motion,
Through all the threads of time,
Twisted, turned, and even broken,
Resurrected and reversed in your mind.

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