There is nothing left to surprise...
Unless eyes have been closed,
To ignore false realities...
Resting still in accepting disguise!
And used as props,
To mask more lies!
One would have to visit a hypnotist,
To avoid a world that now exists!
With criticisms blindly thrown...
By those who sit on 'thrones' condoned!
Providing a comforting existence known,
To the ones who feel...
Too much truth is crude and rude to reveal.
Wounding to inflict and can not heal,
Conformed minds confined in fantasies concealed.
And disturbing an addiction,
That overwhelmingly appeals!
Boosted with zest and confessing zeal.
Lawrence S. Pertillar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/too-much-truth-is-crude/
