Open eyes

All the news...

and...

all the schools...


and churches...

in the land...

have fiercely forfeited...

their place...

to tell us...

anything.

They've tromped...

our trust...

and turned...

to dust...

what fragile faith...

we had.

They've traded off...

the truth...

we loved...

for subtle lies...

instead.

It's lunatics...

and heretics...

and politics...

be damned...

freedom is...

a fantasy...

and liberty's...

a scam.

Money...

can buy anything...

but anything...

that counts...

cause...

blessing isn't up...

for sale...

nor love...

on auction block.

So...

write the rules...

to suit...

yourselves...

rape...

the statutory clause...

irrevocably screwing...

every balance...

in the laws.

The well informed...

the dilettante...

the vain...

e literati...

further...

obfuscate and stir...

the pot...

to make it...

cloudy.

It's their great plan...

the money clan...

at root...

of every trough...

all trusts...

all grants...

all begging plates...

belong...

to them...

in perpetuity.

Every great...

and minor cause...

every small...

donation...

from church...

to school...

to motor pool...

they get...

a cut...

or take one.

You don't believe...

you think it's real...

this crap...

they've spun...

the four prime...

oracles of medium.

Tis a sad...

surprise...

for your...

sorry eyes...

when you...

open them...


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2015