Everyone Knows

Hindsight to have it.
Seems always there.
After and not before,
Acts of a mindlessness...
Are welcome to enter,
Through our wide opened doors.
As we beg too late to appreciate,
Advice to us given then to listen.

'Okay.
Again this same repeated message,
To you has been delivered.
Just because someone offers,
Delicious and sweet cherries to eat.
Prepare for the pits.
They may cause you to lose,
More than just a few of your teeth.
Metaphorically speaking.'

Everyone knows,
With the truth and the facts...
Of reality to them shows.
Uncovered toes,
Stepped upon by a blind hippopotamus.
Can be painful.
Yet...
There will still be those who remain,
Refusing to expose their agony and pain.

Today we live in sanity to smother times.
So many will be seen to witness,
Following along a telling of it told.
And made to believe what appears,
A road paved with gravel...
Layered under cemented concrete.
Is not what it is but actually gold.
Sold and made convinced of it.

Although warned...
A wearing of rose colored glasses,
Seldom scents crabgrass...
To smell like cookies.
Baked homemade.
And with grandma's molasses.
This admission could create havoc.

Those hypnotized and deceived by lies,
Will fight to the bitter end...
To defend a fictioned tale told to them.
And if that yellow appearing road,
Has at the end of it...
A pit of unforgiving quicksand?
Denial becomes the argument,
To begin heard to hear...
From those sinking in it!

And the ones who have experienced,
A surviving through their own ignorance.
Throw ropes, chains, tree branches...
And anything they can find.
To save those with deluded minds.
Yet told...
No one will take away their beliefs.
And they will stay where they are.
With fingers crossed behind their backs.
Since they know,
Truth and facts are not proof of evidence.
Until those who they follow,
Tell them it is.

'Uh...
You folks are in a pit of quicksand.
We are here,
Risking our lives to save yours.
Victims of tricks and lies you are.
Your fingers kept crossed,
Behind your backs is an act of stupidity.'

'You are just jealous and envious,
Of our way of life.'

'That belief you keep?
Will soon be gone to provide relief.'

'Oh yeah?
For who?'