Bandages that cover long healed wounds <br />Lies that surface over many dead moons <br />the bloody man of wealth <br />erects his fortress and lair <br />upon soil of less substance than air <br />the healthy man suffers for attentive eye <br />But when truth is truth and lie is lie <br />this man surely shall not die <br />while the entire crowd walks the streets <br />they wear shiny shoes over filthy feet <br />as bodies betray the mind <br />truth is hard to find <br />words and actions, hollow as space <br />but then have a look in the eye and face <br />what unsettling truth found in this place <br />but as long as we fly as ear less bats <br />we are nothing but blinded lab rats<br /><br />Wandering Scarlet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lie-about-a-secret/
