No Tears In Looks of Leer

Prior to pulled pins of broken promise and bartered bullets of pretentious plight, We the people are forced to feed from the teat of foolish plans, scribed by ghoulish hands, feeding mulish might to the tip of an arrogant bite. Thus, in sorrow I see, the truth to be, mans vision of tomorrow will never be pleased. Selecting sly savoring sounds ensnaring hypnotized minds in everlasting ease, Contradicting all the reasons their un-trialed treasons force us to believe. The unfortunate souls of most pay no mind, for sheep do not ask why But what if cowardly sheep are brought to light through conscious life? Would the truth we find force questions to enter these manipulated minds? Questions like, Why would they lie? Why would they hide? Why do they not cry? And, are they really on our side? I guess the true question is, would we even realize? As we are stuck inside elaborate labyrinth lies given characters to play until ones die, No one seems to see the truth found in my lonely eyes. Imagine if life was changed to nothing but a game, What would you say to a man who asks for your life in exchange for his personal gain? Would you say okay, or remind him you are more than flesh and brain? If he said your body means nothing, for wealth is all he cares, Would you love him or run away scared? If he stared into your eyes with stone cold pupils locked on control, Speaking of board games like monopoly and risk, setting risk to our physical forms’ mold, Would you stand cold? As breathing brethren are used as playing pieces to build power and fear, I think hearing these words would make your opposition clear, For answers to these questions may show illusions held unlawfully dear. Maybe this is why “All is fair in love and war” is what they say? Knowing if you knew, you would not pay. Wherein truth cries it reigns wise to remind, Honest lips perish per ignorance; bliss is in common mind.