Post-Truth, the Mood of Time
If truth has its own thesis
That hardly needs emphasis.
If untruth's antithesis,
Post-truth's perhaps synthesis—
Untruth’s sis, and a miss so famous,
Year twenty sixteen’s pet amorphous!
If unstressed syllable is thesis,
The stressed one's known as arsis,
I need no stress, said thesis,
Untruth's usurped all the emphasis,
Her sis, the miss is much-crowned,
Post-truth pouts a visage frowned.
If truth a fulsome fact is,
And untruth though fictitious,
Still lives in relative ease,
And post-truth, a smarter miss,
And anglers' much prized a fish,
That might one day be a cherished dish.
We know, truth oft silent is
Faced with dogged emphasis
Of lie, who an ace sprinter is,
Faster anywhere reaches,
Where post-truth ready to greet,
Welcomes it in ways discreet.
Post truth may enjoy long lease
In this New Year in sure bliss,
It’d live a life of effort-less ease
Judging from how the mood is.
It fits the times like fine rhyme,
I’d say: post-truth be the mood of time.
The only hope for truth if hope there's:
A proven marathoner it is.
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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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Happenings | 08.01.17 |
Copyright © Aniruddha Pathak | Year Posted 2019
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