An Open Book

As light is lost and found

As the mortal coil is unwound

As saints must duck and run for cover

A heart upon your sleeve

Will draw a hoard of thieves

Who lure you in by calling you their lover

Where Terror roams the earth

Greed robs you of your mirth

And Hunger turns our back on one another

But it's Fear that grabs

The knife that stabs

The ribs of our own sisters and brothers

Though it may seem wise

To therefore surmise

Dreams will die in a world so uneven

But it’s what we say

That makes it this way

For it’s made of what we believe in

And while a cursory look

At the front of a book

May hint at what’s in store

The tale inside

Will only provide

What you’re already looking for

And so your cover must be closed

For any other folks

To judge by how you look

And the naked eye

Will pass you by

But stops to read an open book