Clean eyes see all
Reason is a dream,
And no one heeds the call;
Zero voices scream,
Yet no one's standing tall.
Can any of us hope
Reality is vain?
Another way to cope,
Zealots burn their brain.
Yet truth is in our scope.
Couldn't we begin
Relating what we know
About this hateful sin?
Zombified we go,
Yet death will never win.
Tale Told 