Pasted in pages of wandering amazement.
Impaled upon truth that is masked in the lies.
Failed to see what we saw when we were so busy ignoring.
In the end we are left with the deception and guise.
A horror which we cry just can't possibly be.
For this movement and masterfully crafted event.
Is so plain to the eye that the dumbest can see.
Not fooled by the evils of greatest dissent.
In the mirror you shall find your true enemy.
Silent and apathetic to your own discontent.