The People and the Truth: Folks Parading

Lies well told, these ancient walls; 
Members frank, their practice stalls.
Can’t believe hearts still alive -
Amber hues, for bees do thrive. 

On trees we boast, that saintly trust,
To human beings, our actors must
Dial in pain, and logics bend,
A helping hand, they duly lend. 

Now forgiveness, soon set clear,
The aftermath, quite surely here. 
Where our feelings once stood up
Could make a blind man wave his cup...