Soapbox

No one assigned,
To stand upon a soapbox.
Just to jaw drop.
Without an agenda.
Specific and definitive.

These are not those times for B.S. players.
Displaying a rehearsed,
Performance to entertain unchanged routines.
Too serious are these days found to find,
Many forced to accept reality.
With a hunting them down,
To remove the blindfolds of truth to fiction.

And...
If it takes screaming from a soapbox,
To snap unconscious minds awake.
From beliefs,
People have been made to chase delusions.
Yet afraid to face truth as is.
This not to see it,
Is a fiction of their willing to follow...
Gifted sweet talkers.
Quick to walk away from lies they tell to sell.
Leaving the people,
Habitually addicted...
To whatever feeds their kept falsities verified.