Truth

They told me many a thing
The stories they tell, the lies they sing
Terror within your home
Turmoil on the streets
Televising our greatest defeats
Through the oldest tome

Ready for the impacts
Reeling from the infant facts
Reckless sense of philosophy
Read the fine print between the lines
React poorly to the relevant signs
Rip up your autobiography

Underestimate the enemy
Understand a half-hearted plea
Use whatever you can
Ulcers popping in your brain
Ugliness you never abstain
Unaware of what was the plan

There must be a way out
To somehow find some clout
Testing the acid before the dive
Torn between our rights and theirs
Too distracted by prayers
Tailoring ways to contrive

Heaven is only what you make of it
Heavy with guilt and laden with wit
Hallow eyes, empty smiles torn at the seems
How old we have become
Hated people to whom we succumb
Hallelujah, growing up is giving up your dreams