Answers Hidden Before our Eyes

This poem I wrote while watching the news

And the people bowed and prayed 
But not to the God they should 
They worshiped the gods they made 
The ones of steel and wood 
Of neon lights and static songs 
Of television and carpet bombs

Fools that stand in the halos glow 
But not from the angels of heaven 
Instead in the false truths they've one to know 
And chose to believe in 
Of liars speaking prophecies 
Of the spread of this disease 

Fools say I, you're fire bound 
But it's not my place to judge 
I walk among the crowds, don't make a sound 
And in silence choose to watch 
All the people clinging to their private cures 
All the people searching vainly for hidden answers