Post-truth, the mood of time
If truth has its own thesis
That needs no emphasis,
And untruth, antithesis,
Post-truth perhaps is synthesis—
Untruth’s sis, and a miss so famous,
Year twenty sixteen’s pet amorphous!
If unstressed syllable’s thesis,
The stressed one is known as arsis,
I need no stress, said thesis,
Untruth usurped all emphasis,
Her sis, a miss much-crowned,
Post-truth pouts a visage nigh frowned.
If truth a fulsome fact is,
And untruth though fictitious,
Still lives in relative ease,
And post-truth, a smart miss,
And collectors’ prized fish,
That might one day be cherished dish.
We know, truth often silent is
Faced with dogged emphasis
Of lie, who an ace sprinter is,
Faster anywhere reaches,
Where post-truth ready to greet,
O welcomes it in ways discreet.
Post truth may enjoy a long lease,
In this New Year her sure bliss,
It’d live a life of effort-less ease
Judging from how the mood is.
It fits the times like a fine rhyme,
I’d say: post-truth’s the mood of time.
The only hope for truth if there is:
A proven marathoner it is.
Post-truth was the pet word of 2016. If truth is multi-dimensional as Jain philosophy believes, post truth is even more dynamic as this piece says.
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