Tumbleweeds
Lies, like tumbleweeds,
Blow, rootless, across
A mindless landscape.
Detached from reality,
One rolls into another,
Collecting, growing
Into a formidable
Tangle of deceptions.
Far and wide they travel,
Dispersing along their way
Their dormant seeds --
Rumors and half-truths,
Alternative “facts” --
And they tumble on,
But the deed is done.
The seeds that fall on
Fallow land
Will take root there
And flourish,
Spreading and growing
Until their “truths”
Become “facts”,
And they crowd out Truth,
Left behind in the dust.
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