A Forgotten Truth

They search for it high.
They search for it low.
They look around them
for answers to easily flow.
They hope the problems
will immediately be solved
while they look so wrongly
in lies that cause life to dissolve.
They think they know
better than anyone
what the answers needed
are always for them.
They do not seek counsel
for what they already know
as their delusions do
deeper and deeper grow.

They need to seek truth
that isn't just what they like,
something that may test
both their will and their might.
They need to reach out
of the comfort zone in which
they have always manged to live
without a question or an itch
to learn what others
seem to be picking up on
as they should be yearning
for a new day's dawn.
They are content to reside
in a fantasy land created
by their own infected minds
needing truth so belated.

They need a new grip
and a renewed sense of reality.
They need to take a sip
of something stronger than their coffee.
They need to know better
than the world made by their minds.
They need to read the letter
that brings them back to the times
where they could trust their own
thoughts within functioning brains.
They need to quit being the drones
that their bodies are in vain.

A voice within their own
establishment so tightly guarded
must break through the barriers
and speak to the disregarded.
It must speak both the truth
and the lies the delusional present.
It must be the one voice
that can, both sides, represent.
This voice must speak wisdom
to the minds that can hardly understand,
yet do it in a manner
that can be heard by the distant man.
The voice must rise up
and rally the clan one time
to refute the lies they have spread
and cling to within their crime.
This voice must now
bring together the divided souls
and save them from the brink
before they are but a story to remain untold.