The Lie (Poem)

Retelling the same story Getting picked off one by one We don’t know how to talk to each other Better at hating than showing up The disease that we call addiction is more cunning than can be discerned It doesn’t start when we dance with the devil Or live a lifestyle of chasing dirt If The People have been corrupted They didn’t yield by happenstance Where did the dirt come from? Who taught the devil how to dance? The truth is so baffling So deceptive and insideous So manipulative and progressive So relentless and obscene The truth is so simple That very few can truly see A world bewitched by confusion is based on a The Lie that we call a ‘The System’