“What they think is real”

“What they think is real” - 

And this scares me, 

This rot that’s congealed

On their brain makes them act, 

Makes them feel,

As if these things are real -

These shadows,

These distorted reflections,

This bile infection,

Alters their brain, their eyes,

To see these facts as lies,

Their opinion multiplied

In power to shout

What they say it’s about

And its just poison they spout.

STOP

How to make them see?

How to meet them on the field?

Because what they think is real,

And we need to change what they think

If we’re to get out this slipp’ry sink.

Just need to find

A way to change their minds -

To make life fair,

For every single bairn

Young to old,

Til this story is no longer told.

Because what they think is real,

And must be treated as if it were so,

In order to change how they feel -

With new seeds we must tenderly sow.