Even now I can not help but to think:
Perhaps what we know is not the truth.
Some, like roaches, to dark corners shrink
To avoid being revealed by what proof,
Evidence, or facts, that may be displayed
In the attempt to show the world the light,
News can't be trusted: we're all being played,
Distracted from what is right in our sight!
Insidious elite peddle their lies,
Demanding we believe all that they say,
Now, however, we have opened our eyes
Their filith clear to us, and on full display.
Knights of a new order assembling
Incensed at the sheer boldness of it all
Leaving the lower elite trembling
Low hanging fruit will be the first to fall.
How could we have allowed this to occur?
In this day and age? In this time and place?
Muse on those questions, but act on the cure:
Shamelessly Crusade against this disgrace,
Endeavoring to purge the parasites
Lest we be consumed by their appetites!
For our Future, our Children, and what's right!
