The majority of the people disbelieve,
With a kept contempt used as their defense...
That this society with its current bleeding done,
Is not the one they have created.
And this is perceived with such convincing,
Tormenting to listen yet well practiced...
Na·ïve·té.
People refuse to admit what makes them sick,
Is a result of their involvement to permit conflicts.
To then make attempts to escape from them,
With a laying of blame to bring shame to another.
Conditioned with a training done to do as is expected,
Has always resulted in the pleasing to pass these tests.
With few exceptions that were character assassinated,
Followed by an ostracizing to either reject, accept or ignore.
With appropriate acts of sadness shown,
As anticipated by those exposing their smug allegiance...
To evil.
And proud to have manipulated truth.
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