The world seems fixed
in its shape and its means
Like all of Humanity
its viewed in extremes
For one is of self
the other from you
Then by the people
the view becomes skewed.
From all different angles
all different times
The view of what one sees
its varied with time
A piece of a puzzle
At conception till death
Some puzzles travel
where others are left.
Greatness does travel
in evil and good
The stories remembered
from where they have stood
Are they correct
in the vision they show
For its made of opinion
so no one may know.
Down bye ways we travel
the streets of history
The speaker the victor
pursuer of their dreams
All becomes distorted
as time talks a walk
For the pathways of self
are much easier sought.
Now what we see
is a picture of some
Who rule with their money
with us under their thumb
They smile and lie
to sew up our hearts
Every four years
the promises start.
Leaders are they really
the prevaricators they seem
Or are they still truthful
about all their dreams
Do all the lies
that come from their lips
Are they created by others
with money made into fist.
Down the road
of economical dreams
Are the bodies of dreamers
who failed in their esteem.