Leaders spout out an edict,
tightening the weave of their designed fabric.
Blind minds cannot see the hypocrite,
nor sense the evil given birth
by the fairy tale stories covering lies.
Unwitnessed is morality's death!

Innocence and ignorance succumb in muted death,
as dictators delight in pronouncing their latest edict -
softening the blow with sugar-coated lies;
warping to their whims the moment's fabric,
as their greed and power-hunger give birth
to the apocalyptic dreams of the hypocrite.

With forked tongue dines the hypocrite!
Destiny usurped by manipulated death,
while hidden goals receive an evil birth.
"This is how it shall be!" decries the edict.
Pulling of strings so warps the fabric!
In a twisted web, reality lies.

Ask them no questions and they'll tell us no lies;
"Do as we say, not as we do,"whispers the hypocrite.
Shut your eyes to the frayed and twisted ends of our fabric!
Perhaps they are making a shroud for our death.
Blind obedience to the edict -
Free thought buried like after-birth!

Were we all born blind at birth?
Are none capable of discerning lies?
Is their no ungovernable soul to question an edict
and challenge the behavior of the tyrannical hypocrite?
If this be so, we do deserve unmartyred death!
If this be so, we are naught but the fray of life's fabric!

Mother, bring forth your belligerent child to tear this vile fabric!
To new ideas and higher ideals, I pray ye, give birth!
Do not watch your children die this silent death,
that came from being nurtured with lies!
Pray, let them challenge the hypocrite!
Let them not meekly bow to the dictator's edict!

Unchallenged, dogma and edict warp life's fabric,
The hypocrite thrives by controlling free-thought's birth!
At the end of a path of blindness lies only a living death.