Truth commodity: the monopoly

Truth is not that difficult to find -
but tough it is to know
when puppet masters pull the string of doubt
Unaware the idea of sacrifice is farce --
confusion is chosen by many

There are those who speak truth without knowing what they have--
these are the easiest for the money masters
point a finger--question the mind
the crowd will sleep again --relieved

When truth is told by one who knows --
but not enough to hide it --
Hope arrives --
possibilities materialize -- into life affirming solution

The winds of change reach the greedy ear
The teller dies and becomes legend --
Progress is toppled -- bitterness restored
hope is eaten--and the truth is forgotten

Again they are angry -- restless --
free to hate
The greedy empire rests in safety --
fat from its feast on stolen truth

Truth needs to be whispered--
allowed to root deep as the oak --
to take over like a slow growing moss

By the time the growth is realized --
it will be too large -- too late to prune--
and hide away once more