lies

Tragic

/ M.Hatter / Leave a comment

The truth, so bitter,
Provokes nausea, churns
In your gut, a scenario
That could have been bypassed.

Vitality, entirely squandered,
Did you presume
I’d remain in the dark?

Those who place their trust,
Find their belief
Shattered by those
Unfit for faith.

Falsehoods and manipulations
Of reality have morphed
Into the contemporary
Sermons, cloaking the
Genuine truth.

Furious, you seek
The culprits, and
They smirk back
Right into your eyes.

They provoke you
To oppose.

Ah, they believe
They’re more cunning than you.

Concealing behind feigned
Outrage, they mask their
True sentiment: terror.

Their apparent indignation
Serves to measure you,
Merely diversions,

A scheme to shield you
From the stark truth that
They are the
Offenders.

The architects of
Agony and distress.

A man finds himself unable
To provide for his kin
Due to these inept figures
In authority.

They have not just
Expended resources and time,
They have ravaged
Your very spirit.

For them, it’s
The ebb and flow
That erases all
Traces in the
Grains.

Simple to be
Significant when you’re
The author of this
Tragic drama.

Who’s responsible?

/ M.Hatter / Leave a comment 
The facts are nauseating 
makes you sick to your 
Stomach 
Because you know the situation
Was avoidable


The energy spent, 
a complete loss  
think I wouldn’t know?


People who trust 
Have had heir faith
Betrayed by people 
who are not capable 


Lies…distortions 
Of truths have
Become the modern
Gospel


Enraged you look for the guilty
Only to find 
They stare you in the face


They dare you 
To challenge
Plausibility casts out deniability
 
Oh they are 
smarter than you


They hide behind false
indignation camouflaging their 
Real emotion fear


They Share their outrage
Gauging your reactions
While adding lipstick 
To the pig


Its all distractions


To keep you 
From knowing the
Real truth that
They are the 
Criminals


The ones that
Have created such
Pain and suffering


A man cannot
Feed his family
Anymore because of
These incompetent people in
Power 


Not only have 
They have wasted 
Time and money 
They have wasted
Your soul


They have contempt for you
The hurt of their patronize 
Demeanor swells up
Inside of you


For them its
Easy to lie for
The tide washes away all 
Footsteps left in the 
Sand


Easy for them to be
Relevant when they’ve 
created the script of the 
Sad play