Must Those Nuts Be Us

Denial taught to trust it,
Is as much a way of life.
As disapproving the truth heard to hear it,
Has approached to almost be despised...
By most we believe,
Should be disliked and penalized.

Who has not sat,
Listening from a childhood passed.
About the birds and bees?
Or storks flying high in the sky.
Carrying babies in baskets,
To deliver at doorsteps unexpectedly.
Found to find smiling happily.
Them brought inside emaculate homes.
Learning nursery rhythms.
Until them more known,
Than what it means to be a grown adult!
Living to delude,
An accepted fiction shown.

Must those homemade nuts be us?
Raised to pray in a God we trust.
But offended by reality.
Removed out of our minds.
Quickly to defend against,
A truth to feel threatens and undermines.
Unable to let go of fairytales told.
Believing those who tell the truth,
Are wicked and evil.
Born without souls?

And yet we praise,
Outlaws, criminals and corrupted thieves.
Made to believe them to be chosen.
Regardless if they should lie and deceive.
They are the ones we select and pick,
To endorse as idols and to follow...
With a a blaming to claim,
It is in our best interest...
That a way of life kept to cherish it,
Will sooner become better to live.
If we all together,
Discover the benefits of darkness.
After leaving behind a consciousness.
And any awareness,
Of human kindness and what that meant!

Must those nuts continue to be us?
Left accusing others,
And not ourselves.
Allowing to follow those,
Known and shown themselves corrupted.
But...
Do it in ways,
To repeatedly expose...
They are the ones nuts.
Never to have been trusted.

Must those nuts,
Continue to be us crushed and busted.
Although faithfully claim in God we trust!
Left disgusted.

Who cracked our 'shells'?
To have us believe,
All is well without souls to have them sold.
Dwelling in self inflicted conflicts.
Happy to live this way without an exit!