They burn our hands

And wash away our blood as we groan and suffer

Crying away our seedy disappointments

None left; who haven’t heard the whisper

They repeatedly tell us

 

We internalize this concealed (secreted) message

To one day divulge into the lies

Knowing all of its implications (significances)

No longer blind

 

Dash our eyes, casted below, towards the concrete

We have been deceived

And we know it

Nakedness (Helplessness) begins to settle in

Coated up into a cozy

 

And yet, we do nothing

Because change is a fallacy

Made up from the hearts of the believers

 That wouldn’t grow up

So they tell stories and half-truths

Of their idealistic tendencies

 

Levels and sections

Of this Memorandum

Have become dispatch

As Earth rotates round