Bold

Where told this is it.

we must do that.

Impossible to sort the chaff from the wheat, the lean from the fat..

With scales on eyes and stops in ears, 

It's hard to see and harder to hear. 

Who are the winners?

I don't know. 

Could be that looney I meet on the track, the one that's all smiles and never looks back 

Or maybe that widow that lives down the way, helping others, busying her day 

With man's knowledge, what has he gained?

More ways to slaughter, more ways to enslave..

We have knowledge 

Aren't we proud 

All is lovely, down hear, on the ground..

Follow us, we teach joy

To every girl and every boy

From barbie doll's

And all the obscene 

Dredged for your pleasure 

From our latrine..

Like a fool to the stocks 

In over his head

Sold the life

Bought the death.

The word polluted now festering sores..

The same will slay 

It is his sword...

Knowledge is not wisdom 

Wisdom is not fact

 It's higher than the heavens 

The simple know that. 

Only wisdom knows the end from the beginning, and if you think you are right..

Well, he'll just be grinning. 

What will be will be

She has the last say

But in the meantime 

Best redeem the day 

The truth is there 

Hidden under a cloud 

It can't be told

It must be found.