We agree
Too often
Clarity is lost
Through shackles
Of self imposed
At arms length
We keep distance
Between the
You and I
At all times
Trampling on
The us and we

Take your seat
And welcome
The lies
Misspelled as truth
Maintained by
The self-righteous
The holy
Rolling specters
The gatekeepers
Who smile
As you pass
The third ring
Of this sideshow

We are consumed
Until gone
Are the consumers
A eulogy for hunger
Strikes a chord
Of reprisal
Sing it loud
As you strike out
Among the masses
The indoctrination
You swallowed
Without hesitation
The price of admission
Between the lines