A thousand more hanging
Told in history books to accept
And science presents me
With factual, factual lies
More of the same in stories told
I see a thousand lies
My eyes, at it, conspiring to tell
In pictures view in optical illusion
And religion holds the holly grail
Of all that is said, in chinese whispers
Two thousand years, of some whispers
I see a thousand lights
Different colours of creed in view
To be against, differences we share
Yet with fingers stretched to the point
Held between the pictures view
Both top and bottom, becomes the same
I see a thousand lies
My eyes plays illusions on view
And others go fanatic on beliefs
But most I see
Most of all, close on view
Is a shape of truth, though be it abstract
Looking close enough
It sits in clear view
Hidden by optical illusion
