“The Voices They Hear”
(Tom Entrican, 06-24-2023)
By the nose they are led, as if they have no aim
No discernment is ever made clear
Whether right or wrong they still make a claim
As they cling to the voices they hear
To the left, to the right, they fling a forked tongue
And the masses all eat it with cheer
And they cannot imagine just what they have done
Paying homage to the voices they hear
The talking heads say the words they all like
In their lust they all drink up the beer
And just as the wolves plan their next strike
Not suspecting the voices they hear
The warnings are there but they just do not care
To the slaughter they all volunteer
So ignore the destruction and all the despair
Is the echo from the voices they hear
They keep building it taller this wall of deceit
And few ever question or interfere
For it seems so much easier to rinse and repeat
Giving strength to the voices they hear
When all is burned down, just ashes are found
Gnashing teeth as the world disappears
The one true Voice so many have drowned
For the lies of the voices they hear