One eye turned blind

Why isn't there a song for every soldier,
A poem for every struggle hero?
Why is it the one's we see on TV
Read about on newspaper
And idolize
The one's we all have doubts in?

Tell me what's real,
Tell me what's fake
When the media paints -em as Heroes and Saints
Pushing their agenda and dictated by third parties gain
Is our history really written by cowards?

We being fed straight forward lies
And still we believe
Deep inside we all know we are being played
And we still being played
Yet we still toe the line,
Is this faith or sleep?
When will we find our victory?

We are taught to debate Carl marks, Socrates, Darwin
And all cults of personalities.
Yet we being evaded from what goes on In our back yards....

Why is it that those who preach the truth not televised?
That few to no books are written in their name?
It's because we allowed cowards to write our history?

It's Because we stopped to seek out the truth
Because the truth hurts
So we like being sadated, and mesmerized with lies
Or maybe we like the sight of puppets being paraded before our eyes
One thing for sure,
We are not blind
We choose to turn a blind eye