A People Betrayed

                                       I hear some voices in my head
                                       Saying that they are here for me,
                                       And they will tell me what they see,
                                       But like some stars, their light is dead.

                                       In the spirit of what they shout,
                                       They dress in light while wearing black
                                       And like the stars, they keep their track,
                                       Speaking as if I should not doubt.

                                       Pondering the questions of truth
                                       While being told that night is day
                                       And that black is the color gray—
                                       O’ how I am missing my youth.

                                       I see some hands gloved in a cause,
                                       A covering for the reason
                                       Behind such obvious treason
                                       To which there seems to be no pause.