Folklore

It’s the lies shared to bind us
To ourselves and no one else

It’s all the unspoken truths
Our family friends culture quells

The words we tell ourselves
To inspire us to step forward

The holy gestures believers make
Before any sacrifices are offered

It’s the thoughts that creep into our heads
When we’re unsure of what to do next

It’s the threats whispered by inquisitors
To make the interrogated confess

The tales told by children
Powered by wishes and make believe

Twisted logic expressed by adults
To obfuscate inveigle deceive

It’s stories myths legends
Of yesterday yesteryear

Soon it will be today’s science and expertise
Made to disappear