The Book of Scars
Indoctrination, lies and masks,
firm endeavors complete their tasks,
all in place to preserve their throne,
a cancer cell that’s overgrown.
Their cloak has covered everything,
narrative, sin, and worshiping,
as watchful eyes record the crimes,
they lead us all to darker times.
The winds of change are made of rock,
thrown by hubris for their shock,
to start the wars which are so wrong,
that etch the scars six billion strong.
History speaks in black and white,
with grey zones hidden in plain sight,
a place where truth hides you can't see,
dark and whis-pry as meant to be.
But books of time turn yellow grey,
from acid fires of decay,
all records lost, by breach of trust,
worlds of illusion turned to dust.
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The Activist Poet
2nd Edit March 10th, 2021
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