The soap box from which you stand, keeps their mind in delusions grand.
The sea of faces eyes wide shut, hemming and hawing about all that's discussed.
Shaking and nodding heads galore, not two the same, not at all anymore.
Everyone's opinions vastly different from the rest, but insistently the rite one , each strongly protests.
Not seeing the reality rite in front of their eyes, the monster in wolf's clothing ,what a clever disguise.
Licking its chops , what a wonderous prize , all the tender morsels hem hawing to their ultimate demise.
What a buffet, what a feast!!! What delicacies we seek !!!
The sheeple are herding , eternally asleep.
The sounds of the grindstone drown out the cries, of the minute few that awaken and open their eyes.
Still rubbing the fog away from sight , some try to help others , to stand up and fight.
This is not your fate !!!! You don't have to compromise !!! You matter!!, You’re important ! Please? Please, open your eyes?
But alas the majority go quietly into the night , to be consumed by the god of a false paradise. Convinced of its truths they would rather not...