Troubled Times

Where really do the truths lie In a world of perpetual lies Where yesterday is forgotten Under the expanse of stormy skies We turn our minds from them Lay unfair blame to their woes and plight Yet never really see their faces And course we made them fight We keep reaching for new horizons Complex structures with such display and pride Yet somewhere in the still Rests a place where truth abides We meet them in the street We say hello to be polite But each conceal decided feelings Of what each thinks is just and right Can we go on in silent mistrust Will discontent turn to hate Will love forever change the untruths Or will our world collapse under their weight