“Through the Veil”
by Scott Randy Gerber

They speak in circles, wrapped in gold,
With promises pawned and souls long sold.
We’re fed their theater, slick and sly,
While justice weeps and freedoms die.

They build their towers, hoard their feast,
Shake hands with tyrants, dine with beasts.
Smile on screen, then sign the deal—
Another truth they’re paid to conceal.

We’re not blind—we see the thread,
The trails of power, stained blood red.
The media dances, scripts in hand,
While puppets pose and people stand.

Yes, monsters lead and devils preach,
In marble halls, just out of reach.
But truth—it burns beneath the skin,
A fire that waits to rise again.

They poison water, strip the land,
Sell our future, hand by hand.
But even now, beneath this weight,
The people stir—the hour’s late.

We are not numbers. We are not drones.
We are the workers, the mothers, the bones
Of every empire built on backs—
And we remember every tax.

They think we’re too divided to rise,
Too tired to see through the veil of lies.
But cracks are forming in their wall,
And even giants one day fall.

Because people—real people—are mostly good.
They’d help their neighbor if they could.
They’d lend a hand, they’d share a meal,
They still know how to care and feel.

And that…
Is something power cannot fake,
A thing no tyrant yet could break.
It doesn’t march—it simply is,
The quiet strength the liar missed.

So let them shout and throw their gold.
Let the wolves pretend they hold
The crown, the law, the righteous pen—
They’ve never faced the truth of men.

The ones who kneel, but only to pray.
Who rise in storms and choose to stay.
Who stand for love, and die for grace—
Who see the soul behind the face.

The world is shaking, yes—it groans,
From Gaza’s cries to border zones,
From poisoned truth to silenced speech,
To broken dreams they’ll never teach.

But in the ash, we plant the seed.
In every wrong, a buried need.
And when they fall—as all lies do—
The dawn will come. The sky turns blue.

Good will rise—it always does.
Not from thrones, but from because.
Because we must. Because it’s right.
Because the dark still fears the light.

Let them mock, and let them sneer—
We were made for moments like this year.
For courage, truth, and standing tall.
And in the end, we win it all.