Conspiracy

Conspiracy We hear, we listen To a history Formulated in conspiracy To lift up that which is low That it may be edified As we eulogize The truth Our youth Stand not a chance For all that is left Is to enhance The lies told Boldly In the history classes Of the mass asses The heresy Of the conspiracy May get white-washed In the history classes And the staged propagandist Agendas, But truth Can never be refuted Though often disputed Who will tell the stories Of the ‘morrow . . . Will it be you, I, Or some other guy Whose eyes are blurred And fail Due to their own reason The whole of the world Is filled with Errant information Which is the formation Of the downfall As we fall down From the crests of the mountains Of our divinity As we show far too much disdain Towards our humanity Insanity it is for sure As we live in these darkened rooms That do have a door To the outside, But we choose to hide In the shadows Cowering While embracing the showering Of deceits Shall I repeat that for ya ? Insanity it is for sure As we live in these darkened rooms That do have a door To the outside, But we choose to hide In the shadows Cowering While embracing the showering Of deceits When will we awaken, And stop forsaking The essence of the present We term life ? © 11 january 2019 : william s. peters, sr. www.iamjustbill.com