Smooth.
So smooth
it goes unnoticed;
like the winds
plotting a course for the clouds,
or the water,
passing the plains of Africa,
The cradle of the Earth.

Fabricated truths,
Spread to a nation.
Hidden in silk,
Fury of a Spartan.
An unseen communique
not meant to be found,
But to break down,
Control young minds,
Trap them in the confines,
of the stereotypical nature of man.

Honey glazed lies
with the government
in your slavery-earned pies.
Misunderstood is the size
of the web that has been spun.
A labyrinth of life
with no end in sight --
The only end comes from,
when you see the bright light.