They just sit there going through the motions Eyes closed, minds closed showing no emotion Conversations emptier than their hearts When one of them talks all the words fall apart And they swerve in their art And they swear to themselves they'll never stir in the dark They believe half of what they hear and all of what they see And they grieve for what they're told they'll never be And they need the things they're told they'll never see And they see the things they're told will never be They receive the messages and so they believe They intrigue them and they affect their deeds And from the light they consciously recede It's complicated, an extended rigmarole They contemplated whether or not they condole The behaviors they're forcing upon the youth And the saviors enforcing them to tell the truth They admit it its blasphemy they all say But he can't yell they're blasting me in every way And so the image of the prophet is contorted And in the books they believe in what is reported They can read and uncover the lies they've been fed But they live easy lives and know they'd soon be dead Threatened by the truth so they lie to the youth The very future of their society is uncouth Conspicuously consuming It's evident just what is looming They embraced the fate that they have dealt themselves And they wait and wait for different realms of hell And in the end they're stuck in the one they built For not a thing is worse than living with such guilt -deena Sadek