Blinders

These people with their cloudy eyes
Minds made up so indemnified
Riding the tide for a glorious shore
Hands over hearts of a senile core
Ignoring man, his decrepit need
For beliefs in prosthetic ideology

To build mansions under ludicrous tales
As famine and war tremble and wail
Down from safe veiled hypocritical state
Entitled to deny what we shouldn't debate
Do you wish to advance, to cure the disease
Then stop, there's no falsity to appease