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. __________________________________________________ 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. ___________________________________________________ Happenings | 08.01.17 |