The cake is a lie

The baker was owned;

But not free;

Unlike her co-workers for so many years

Blood is in that cake

Death is in that cake

War is in that cake

But it looks so sweet

The icing so smooth

The candles forever burning

But never take a knife to it

For the inside is cold and hard

Dry and stiff

You never will truly know until you look for yourself

The baker will say lie and say it's fine

But your mind will say it's not

The cake is a lie

The cake is a lie