A Lone Voice

A lone voice cries in the night,
Echoing through the wilderness
Down canyons and through caves,
Dissipating into darkness.

Ears deafen themselves
To what they’d rather not hear:
Hard truths that disturb the soul
With the simple taste of truth,
But open to easily digestible
Sugar coated lies
And pleasant fantasies
That sooth and numb
Like opium
Without changing
A single thing.