When a question can become the concern.

Or the facts must be into fiction

And it's not about the words but diction.

Yet not what is happening in return.

Where fear is favored, and confusion reigns

And the small but few can squeeze the many.

Not a single soul is worth a penny.

Or when they delight in all of your pains.

The issue is not who can see straight through

And completely slice to the core of you.

Nay, 'tis that in which seeks all to be blind.

To poison the well and then salt the land

All that it has magnificently planned.

Thus, there are answers one must seek to find.