They wear the flag across their chest,
Declare their way of life the best.
They raise their voice, dismiss the news,
And say the truth is just a ruse.
They’ve built a world where doubt is sin,
Where only certain truths get in.
A wall of trust in chosen few,
Who sell the lie and call it true.
They say the schools have lost their soul,
That scientists have lost control.
They claim the votes were cast in vain,
Then feed the fire that scorched the plain.
But look beneath the shouts and signs,
You’ll find the fear between the lines.
A sense that change is cold and fast,
That something safe has slipped and passed.
To question now would shake the core,
Undo the myths they can’t restore.
So better to dismiss the fact
Than face the weight of all they lacked.
It’s not that truth is hard to see,
But truth demands: “Who will you be?”
And some would rather clutch the lie
Than let their former self go by.
Yet truth is patient, deep, and wide,
It waits beyond the need to hide.
And those who ache but cannot speak,
Are closer to the light they seek.
