Liars, lawyers and paying clients,
With witnesses
who have not seen,
Appear, like
prattling postage stamps,
Every day on
video screens.
Politicians,
shysters, grifters
Crawl as
worms from rotting wood,
Alter words
like slick shapeshifters,
Change left
to right and bad to good.
Twisting truth,
they try to persuade us
Make us
unsure of where we stand
What we knew
now seems to evade us,
We feel that
we’re standing on quicksand.
But this
planet cannot be glibly lied to
It’s
changing because of our greeds and needs,
There’s no
easy exit, yet we try to find one
But business
as usual can no longer proceed.
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