It's Not True Poem by John W. (Coyote) Fox

So many thoughts have passed this way before,
but I have not allowed them to invade my door.
So why do they persist in coming back for more
when my mind is closed and I am not receiving.

I never meant to sanctify or consecrate
the tenets that we worship as an ordained fate,
and rituals that we practice with unconscious hate.
I must digress from a life I'm not believing.

We should be forced to notice, as so much evidence abounds,
our feeble lives are nothing when spread upon the ground.
So the larger social conscience should lead us all to frown,
for creation of a 'new world' is deceiving.