Facts

 Do you believe in facts?

Do you believe in facts my friend?

Without the facts we both are lost

Our paths shall never cross 

We cannot meet when we cannot pass. 

It’s a sickness not of the eyes

Its not being able to see

But a spirit unwilling

To face reality. 

A sickness of spirit 

Spreads through any nation 

Brought up on garish colors

Loud sounds and acclamation. 

Any race that chooses money 

Over health and family 

Led blindly  by the nose

By preachers on tv. 

By their Gospels you shall know them

Gospels of prosperity and false hopes

Buying tickets to heaven like a lottery

Time for Luther to nail his commentary. 

These craven preachers who fly in jets

Funded by the widows mite

These sun tanned faces on Sunday morns

Silly hair and expensive teeth. 

Christ has always been I guess

With the poor and humble

Hidden in plain sight among the facts

Time my friend to change our tracks.