THE POLISHED DEAD

there are liers and thieves amongst us
who lie about their representation
who steal from us for their benefit
on an altar they are raised powerful
we cannot see through their facade
through our ignorance and gullible hearts
they will keep their motives hidden
by their first impression we are sold
and millions they shall profit through us
until we start to see through the veil
pieces of it will rip away through their sin
until we shall see above and beneath their skin
and their reign shall crumble all around
and the suicide they brought on was their own
and they shall drown slowly in the darkest red
for their ways are of those of the polished dead

© 2006 thomas bates