In the face of the darkness
The fools accuse the shadows
The blind man knows the truth
In the moment of indecision
Your opinion is speculation
As you judge from your own head
Missing the truth right in front of you
Dismissing the obvious
In favor of the Lie
They told you to believe
Without a sliver of reason, why
You accepted the spin
The narrative is fiction….
Fed with conviction
Repeated unceasingly
Their mouths betray their purpose
As the truth draws near
The Jackels flee
Or repent on bended knee
Their part in the conspiracy
As they point , accusation in evidence
Toward him or her or me
Never once actually speaking the truth
The enemy was within
With the lie laid bare
We see…
The enemy was
Thee.

An Original Poem by H.R Beebe