They live and march around
In an agenda driven rut.
Truth in abundance runs freely
Around above
But they are scared to look
Above the rim.
They think doing THAT
Is watching fake news or
A kind of vile sin.
I'd pity them if I were a better Christian
And if that rut weren't growing deeper
Every day
Until it cuts though the
Center of the earth, and we all
Unjust float away.