Over and over again

Have you ever heard of anything so silly,
Gas chambers my eye,
That’s not what happened,
Don’t listen to a lie.

Yes, there were ovens,
To burn the bodies of the dead,
Sick and dying from typhus,
That was the real dread.

And yet as I imagine, your whole life,
You’ve been told about those evil Germans,
Whisking prisoners away,
In the middle of the night.

But I gotta tell you,
That’s a load hooey for sure,
As there was never the killing,
That these liars say they endured.

As just like most things about the holocaust,
It’s all been one big fib,
In telling it, they're found guiltless,
By lying about what others did.

As all I can tell you, is to,
Watch those who get a chance to spin,
A story so much less than credible,
And tell it, over and over again.

Deceived

It’s tough when you begin to realize,
There are so many sound asleep,
Whether for their own reasons,
Or  others, they won’t sound a peep.

As it all comes down to influence,
Which version of the truth did you receive,  
I only hope, you can get over it,
When you find you’ve been deceived.

Point of view

Don’t mean to tax your brain too much,
But there is info it’s wise to see,
And I thought to send it along,
To see how that would be.

And even though you might think it,
To be a revolutionary idea,

And I do hope you will follow along,
On this site that's been put together,
So you might tell what’s going on,
In the midst of inclement weather.

For there can be quite the obstacles,
That you're left to see through,
But with a little help,
I so hope that’s what you’ll do.

And don’t feel bad if you don’t get it,
Especially right away,
For the world of truth is so often subverted,
When expecting justice to be on the way.

Sleuth

It’s like a George Orwell novel,
As to what we can say and do,
Ruled over by the state,
How critical are you.

As you might be one,
To stand back and watch it all go down,
Never giving thought or worry,
As to where we're bound.

Or are you one to see this,
And have a thing or two to say,
To be most uncomfortable,
Living life this way.

Well I most certainly hope so,
And when you get some time,
Do speak up and let others know,
What you think of these egregious crimes.

For the only way to stop all this,
Is to shine the light of truth,
Upon all that is dishonest,
My friend and fellow sleuth.

And when you do go digging,
Into this well disguised pile of crap,
Do let the rest of us know,
Just what you think of that.

The truth that’s kept so well hidden,
You can find right here.

So take your time, there’ll be no test,
But I really hope you get,
As much as you can possibly can,
With appreciation and no regrets.

As I know I might be asking,
An awful lot from you,
I hope you find these satisfying,
Especially if, you change your point of view.

That in mind

When you find out something,
You’ve always believed in, to be untrue,
Do you get the urge to share that,
As no longer your point of view.

For that seems to be the case,
So often these days,
With many more finding,
They're gradually becoming awake.

And though it takes some bravery,
On your part,
There is a reason why truth,
Is held close to the heart.

So may you keep on looking,
And even if surprised with what you find,
Let’s hope you'll do your best,
When awakening, to keep that in mind.

On the way

Have you got a pretty good idea,
Of what both truth and justice are about,
Or are you wanting to wallow,
In such seeming, insurmountable doubt.

As it’s pretty straightforward,
If you were to ask me what I mean,
Truth so often hidden,
And justice never seen.

For there are determined forces,
At the ready, to assure you stay asleep,
Placating you with information,
That would be wise to just delete

What to do

If you wake up to life, and want to,
Truly do your part,
There’s room right here among those,
Who take such things to heart.

But you really must be willing,
To use your brain for thought,
With a little less TV,
And know what that has wrought.

For in our culture, those who are thinking,
Of ways to speak out and be heard,
Are shunned by others who shutter,
At every dissenting word.

And though it might be lofty,
An idea that puts us above,
Those that are scurrying to deceive us,
And claim to be, the ones we love.

For waking is finally learning,
Who it is, that rules over you,
And you're left on your own to show,
Others, what to do.

                                                          – Barry