Truth like oxygen

We teach our children tales of truth, that words must match a heart,

we speak of the importance of a conscience and the wisdom it imparts,

a fairy tale that’s caught up in the strands of strict conditions

that see it taken hostage by a host of definitions,

that what was absolute is now collapsed and quantified,

we’ve taken what was strong and made it weak through the divide

between what is acceptable to the many and the few,

a situation where we’re damned if not, and more so if we do,

one a cell where inmates guard themselves to halt escape,

the other just an industry that Mammon helped create,

and like oxygen the truth grows thin the further up you travel,

on the peaks of social ladders it is frayed, and fast unravels,

becoming just an empty word paraded round for show,

and spoken of in mocking tones from the Lords to those below,

another inconvenience to be ignored at will,

while one hand points and lectures the others gone in for the kill,

leading by example shelved for issuing decree’s,

and the uttering of certain truths will leave you on your knees,

like he who shone the light upon the blood on Eagles claws,

stripped of every right, and bound in a mesh of changing laws,

and all because he chose to speak of the lessons that we teach,

that power does not see you move beyond honesty’s reach,

of the fundamental right of the public expecting to be told

the truth of what’s being carried out in their names and with their gold,

and in this modern tale of puppets, a 21^st century Pinocchio,

Jiminy Crickets bound and hooded in a mesh cage in Gitmo,

for the truths by far the greatest threat to the safety of our lands,

as it shows the blood and filth that stain our leaders mouths and hands