Our Age of Pluralism

It doesn't matter.
They're all the same.
There's none at fault,
no one to blame.
None are wrong
as we're all right,
this their battle cry
in this, eternity's fight.
The lies so nice,
pushing acceptance
for all to be
welcome, even those restless.
It's good to feel
they can make all
feel so good
about their collective fall.
The peace does last
as long as we agree
until oppositions arise
and enter different pleas.
Then the truth comes,
the inner becoming outer
with "accepting" one's screams
of intolerance becoming louder.
The fear mongering flows
from the mouths of liars,
condemning the preaching
and damning the fires.
Eyes get wide
as pupils become red
with their pushed peace
replaced with war instead.
The thought some people
would tell others they're wrong
is unfathomable to the arrogant
who claim the odds too long
but in this age or pluralism
where the beggars are choosers
there have to be
both winners and losers
and the ones to reject
the truths the hateful condemn
are soon to find the falling
in these black hearts of men
as that claimed to be
a scare tactic of the fear-mongering pious
is the one ultimate truth
that will rightfully divide all of us.

A Generation of Fakers

Fake the facts,
fake the knowledge.
Fake the degree,
fake the college.
Fake the movie,
fake the scene.
Fake the sarcasm
that you mean.
Fake the truth,
spread the word.
Spread the lie
you push and urge.
Encourage more
to follow the fake,
to live the lie,
to deny the mistake.
Fake the truth
within a lie
that you don't care,
that filthy disguise.
Fake the verdict,
fake the trial.
Fake the destiny,
fake the denial.
Fake it all,
fake it fast.
Fake the life
that won't last
until you fake
what you feel
to discover you don't
know what's real.