When Traps are Laid

Said the wise old parrot to the young one’s he met
‘Don’t eat food you find under a net’
When applied to mankind that advice still applies
But not many hear, nor open their eyes

Traps are laid for fools to attend
They’re tempting and many, to speed up their end
Phycological weapons all loaded with stories
Are fired at the masses with promise of glories

‘We want to protect you from the enemies hate
Don’t doubt our words, they’re always quite straight’
This is the way enslavement takes hold
They give a few coppers when their promise was gold

They ask you to trust their pretentions of reason
Which have no real logic and add up to treason
Yes, they have sold out and their souls are entrapped
Their secrets ensnared and their futures all mapped

Now they stand ready to serve the corruption
And act out their part to cause great disruption
No more than weak vassals to the trickster who plays
Dark games with all souls till the end of their days

So now they’ve become his recruits in disguise
Ascending to office to present caustic lies
With ego’s false pried they offer up his plans
That have no real value, they’re just empty cans

But many fall pray to the stories they’re told
And suffer regrets from the guidance they’re sold
Thinking it normal to pay just to live
On this earth of abundance, where take conquers give

Predators of innocence are ruling this land
Where the rock of free speech has turned into sand
News of the truth is suppressed before all
The life that we cherish is ready to fall

And the man with the gun says, ‘This is the way’
Whilst the man with the book says ‘It’s better to pray’
Then war breaks its bonds and screams its denial
Thwarting attempts to put hate on trial

The numbers of dead will please mankind’s hater
That shadowy coward that hates the creator
Many search for the answer to prayers that they made
Asking why God didn’t come to their aid

This questions the wisdom that man has been passed
By histories legions, of those that have asked
Though statements were made that truth doesn’t hide
Advice was not taken to find it inside

Now the game has been rigged by the pompous and vain
And mankind is trapped on this external plane
But winning the battle could need but one rule
To know his free will is his holiest tool

© Steve Bentley