dinner set to "truth"

A 3 legged table,
Waiting to break in,
The guide got lost on his own tour,
a grave mistake when followed by many,
10 tablets to feed 6 billion minds,
too many rules for open eyes.

Apparitions appear to convince the disbelievers,
"Spirits do not exist!", cry's a man in the crowd,
forcibly removed by friend and foe,
Where is the shoulder for those all alone.

Every dog has his day,
every man finds a way to shackle a hound,
almost all men are convinced of their superiority,
however our best friends dont see apparitions and deception,
they see the world as a large fire hydrant.

1 leg now,
2 have fallen,
crumbled beneath 20/20 vision,
Only a few remain to hold the old oak up.