Lie of the Land

He's a zealot, with a cause which he wishes
To bring to the nations. He wishes to persuade.
The federal agents were called,
And they came.

They scientifically looked into his life
They turned over every leaf.
They knew, they had a hunch
He was the one who they were looking for.

After finding no evidence,
Save a lengthy confession
They turned over more leafs.
They turned his family against him
They became their lovers, their friends
Their family too.

The man was a zealot
They thought,
And obviously a wicked fool.
It must be that he was bad
So they infiltrated his family
And then they found nothing.

After expending resources on it for so long
Egos were at stake.
For they knew he was the culprit...
The culprit of a thousand lies.
A thousand rants.
He spoke so often
And his speech was his crime.
So they investigated him
And began to censure speech.

It soon became that they closed down the portals
Of free communication.
And nobody but their preferred brand was heard.
So, it was heard, and everyone followed it.
They danced in their euro-discos
And they took their benevolent drugs.
They partied till the night was dawn.

And the man they investigated
Found it lacking.
For speech was his greatest ally.
Yet, they had broken it
For it was to them illegal use of speech
Therefore, they prosecuted him on crimes against humanity
For speaking an erring word.
Every word was weighed in the balance
And they pored over all the conversations he had
Finding that he had too much curiosity.
And that they needed to stifle
For he stumbled upon some ancient things
Which they wanted to keep secret.

Then came the world where alligators were our comforters
And men were tried for their speech.
The errant man was happy
But the man who valued the sacred right to exercise his tongue
It was found that he was guilty of the most heinous crime,
Not believing in the lie of the land.