'You Can't Handle The Truth' Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

I wonder if proles could handle the truth
Space travel, alien technologies
How everything in their text books too
Was full of lies and inconsistencies

And what would they do if they did find out
Their religions were all just fake, scams
Would they riot in the streets, run about
Attack governments, kill their fellow man

If they knew what the elite were hiding
Like free energy and cures for cancer
How they do profit from their suffering
Would they still be a willing conformer

For when you finally do see the light
You can never go back into the night

For me, I'd hate to die in ignorance
I couldn't think of anything that's worse
not knowing universal brilliance
Would be nothing less than a tragic curse

And now my life will never be the same
Butterflies can't grow to caterpillars
When chrysalis comes everything does change
All your beliefs that once stood as pillars

I do think back to when I was naive
The time when my mind was just like a child's
Everything then seemed so simple, free
For I didn't care and all was so wild

Enlightenment can be like a prison
If it's not accompanied by wisdom