Can It Be True? (Poetry)

Can it be true — we’ve learnt nothing
from this? — the darkest lesson since the war
Will we simply filter back and live our lives
                                exactly as before?

It seems we are incapable of
                                picking grains of wheat
                from storms of chaff
and we blindly soldier on — cling stubbornly
to a wrong and bloody path

Can it be true we fail to see the senselessness
                                in failing to adapt?
Or are we truly blinkered by the foggy clouds
                                        of lies
                        in which we’re wrapped?

So few appear to see the light that flashes
                        its red warning up ahead
It’s time to find a new approach — rethink
the route — be wise before we’re dead

We cannot trust the rich man’s voice — his lust
                        for fame and power never cools
It can’t be true we’re all such sheep —
                        a bleating planetful of selfish fools!