the directional signs

In the secondary forest

The jungle paths cleared signs put up

Clearly saying where it would end

As it was suppose to do

Sometimes directions misplace

Sometimes busybodies would do

Rearranged the signs showing different ways

Then trouble would happen

Those who were new

They would simply followed the signs

Leading them away to nowhere

Until they realized they were lost

They would get angry for misled

They would get angry with themselves

Believing what the signs told them to go

Walking into their own darkness

This is where we have seen

The politicians shifting arrows

Pointing to a different scene

Trying to avoid the setbacks

It is just buying time

The truth has to come out

The can of worms has spilled

What's there to hide but the truth!