Price of Lost Freedom

There is truth
Then there is absolute truth
In between is the murky world
Where science is harangued by charlatans
Evolution battles with creation
News gets bombarded by fake news
Power trumps common sense
And more often than not
Cream that rises to the top
Is nothing but scum that floats
Facts get tortured out of shape
Decency hides behind veils of political correctness
Courage gives way to party lines
Patriotism becomes a game
Humanity slaughtered at the altar of ambition
And somewhere the lies illude us all
When truth becomes the victim
Chaos and mayhem not far behind
Those who prefer to forget history
Will pay the price of lost freedom

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Party&Enjoy: Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #160

Evolution calls
Cesspool of creation thrive
Enjoy the party

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Fellow wordpress travelers
Enjoy the mayhem


Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku

History’s Junkyard:3LineTales

Where once not so long ago one looked eagerly for letters from the loved ones, identity thieves now rummage through junk mails and hopefully live checks;

Technological advances slowly pushing the ubiquitous letterboxes to history’s junkyard, to be admired someday as a museum piece;

Evolution and survival of the fittest from dinosaurs to human beings may one day see our fossils being displayed on mantelpiece.


3LineTales-Week16 sponsored by Sonya

Three line poem, maximum 100 words, based on the photo above