Pardoned

A country morally bankrupt,
Making it difficult for parents
To bring up their child
As citizens morally upright,
Where the teaching from the top is,
It pays to have friends in places of power,
You can lie to the authorities
As much as you want,
And still can be pardoned,
And go scott free,

What can one say when one can recant and be born again. To make mistake is human,to forgive is divine, unless one is of wrong color of the skin or from a lower class in society. Then one is looking at the wrong side of the barrel of the gun.

Fear corrupts

Fear corrupts the heart,

And then the lies sprout.

The door opens for the devil,

Manipulation becomes the norm.

Truth becomes the victim

While the newly converted

Babbles sanctimonious,

Telling all the world how

Everything said and done is just,

And the congregation just need

To change their shades,

While the perchers bury

their heads in sand.

Power corrupts but the fear

of losing power corrupts

Absolutely,

And we the preached

Bemoan what went wrong

Oblivious of our responsibility.

Dance of the pious

When they look away

From the lies

And condone it

Because the liar

Serves their purpose

Truth sheds a solitary tear

And the Crocodiles smile

Somewhere the forgotten call

For a thousand year reich

Raises its ugly head

As goose stepping lemmings

Joyous in a macabre dance

Hail the false messaiah

Bell tolls for the masses

As correctness misguided

Rules the day

God, forlorn, irrelevant, ponders

If ends justify the means

Fiction

Writing fiction about life

Truth gets lost between the line

Readers unable to decipher meaning

Unaware of the hidden lies

Autobiographies a fiction

Where horrendous truths

Lost in the jungle of

Carefully crafted words

Silently weep

And readers left to shower

Unworthy praise

Fictionalized life tells a story

Fiction it is

Glossy papers

Not the gospel truth

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

Darkness as the sun shines

‘And he saw how the reeds grew dark
At the coming of night-tide,’  W.B. Yeats.

Darkness as the sun shines
Vultures are circling ready to dive
Sun hidden by their wings
Hyenas surreptitiously closing in
Beacon of hope to entire world
Crawling back to the womb
Alternate facts eviscerating truth
Enemy within us ready for the kill
Party time for the vultures and the hyenas
Smirking their lips
As darkness creeps slowly
On the land of the free
Swamp reeks
Home of the braves held
Hostage to fear and lies
Drain the swamp, yes
Start at the top


This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Ten

 

 

Alternate Facts

Accessible not affordable
What a Machiavellian choice
Affordable for those who have
Moon is accessible, travel affordable not
If one goes higher, let’s go lower
And hit below the belt
Respect women,sure, though won’t mind
Assaulting their privates
Freedom of speech do protects
Locker room talks
Boys will be boys, you know
Trickle down defies gravity
Wealth flows up, one percents make more
Balancing budget on the back of the next generation
Dynamic scoring is the name of the game
News not facts,  make it up as you go
Shouted loudly enough, fake will become facts
If our own tells a lie, does it matter
Challenged by media, deny it in twitter
Living in an alternate universe
Graduates of Goebbels University
Must be making the master propagandist proud
As Herr Goebbels withered bones turn in his grave
Jealous of his students’ fabulous skill
In presenting alternate facts

Web

Web of lies that I spun
Entrapping people in its deadly grip
Berating my enemies to death

Web I spread far and wide
Ensnaring my victims
Bleeding then slowly till they die

Web world wide helped me spread
Empire that I could not have dreamt
By means ethical to grow full to the brim

Web so devious and bombastic
Empty with false promises trumpeted
Bewildered poor souls bamboozled

Web of mine is attracting new victims
Encircling like a vulture I survey
Bedazzled fools coming to play

Web so strong I weave
Enter at your own risk if you dare
Beware, once in, exit closed forever

Web of steel it is not
Entrapped in it one day I may
But till then time to enjoy and make hay


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