Flummoxed

This is the Carnival
All the Lights serve to make the Shadows darker
Witness the crowds cheer, clap, and dimly grin
Some knowing somewhere within of their sin
While you are herded once more and again
Into a quaintly decorated slaughter pen

This is the Main Attraction
Their smiles and genuflections dazzle
You are given to believe in your granted choice
So damn certain that they hear your voice
Above the roaring crowd, the mindless noise
All of them beholden to men of stilted poise

This is the Sideshow
Caged plastic demons & saints keep the herd on track
Talking heads in a square room espouse your thought
Terror here is sold, ignorance gleefully bought
Creating a net of lies, the Aware are caught

This is Behind the Curtain
Here the Masquerade just begins & the masks come off
The dazzlers are revealed as petty crooked men
Who seek & garner control through manipulation
Poisoning their species with short sighted action
Jumping in front of the parade to lead it to destruction

This is the Final Closing
Tents are alight burning hopes to guilty ashes
Hear above the crackle the Herd is bleating
The conductors hang to avoid their just beating
The remnant always survives by retreating
Into the future, while the present fire eats their empty seating.