How can a lie make the whole world cry, yet they claim there is nothing to see, where nefarious knaves and the covetous crave beneath covers so stealthily, free? No thought for the plebs as they weave dangerous webs in a world already complex, where the sins of the saints have done nothing but taint, confuse, deceive and perplex. To forgive and forget, is to aid and abet the demons, content in their ways, as they deftly defile and sneeringly smile at the lies from our earliest days. To be taught as a child, there is one who beguiles; a one that is two and then three, is a criminal act and insidious pact to enslave the ones who were free. Our children were taught not to give a clear thought as to how it was all s’posed to work, so they trustingly took from the ones who forsook and replied with barely a smirk. They were used and abused, bewildered, confused, then cast aside on their quest, told to get on with life under threat of the knife, for the Robed Ones always knew best. And the tears and the cries from damp bloodshot eyes, can be seen again and again as the torment goes on, from The Father to Son, leaving streaks of soul numbing pain. So when will it end; when can children depend on the adults they were once taught to trust? When will all the lies, causing deep hidden cries, be brought to the men who are just? Let them rattle the cage with a long concealed rage and ask those monsters to tell, how an innocent child can be fiercely defiled and yet kneel ‘neath the chime of their bell? Then once and for all watch them stumble and fall as down to the cells they are led, with long restless nights, shallow sleep and no rights; watch them cowering deep in their beds. Let the bells peal out loud as we look ‘neath the shrouds and tally the terrible toll, of the heart-wrenching cries of so many sad eyes, as The Lie is revealed to us all. * Written by Darren Scanlon, 18th June 2014. Revised 16th June 2015. ©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.