Truth's Reveal Poem by Ghost Legend

There's a truth if we so choose to reveal, but we're spending,
Building walls, building fences, building buildings, big mansions,
Plenty distraction for each sense, but our senses of sense are
Moments away from attention.
Calling you, seeing who, how you feel,
Say you're feeling blessed up, even though
There's no God nor heaven nor hell, you're
Still a mom with no child, sore, collecting
Pets like Pokemon, tourist in each nation's shores
Once a year, your world tour.
If we came through, would it ever have been real?
Or would message after message lack understanding, comprehension?
Slowly drifting apart, partisans, seeking victory at the expense
Of even our own countries, just hoping we
Don't join billions suffering?