The Age of Lies
The Age of Lies
Inimitable political satirical sardonically charged empirical verse for commiseration.
Collated by the grand vision of lies that seem to defy all consideration.
Berated constantly by a twisting of truth that ruthlessly denies the heinous propagation,
Of fresh propaganda a slimy salamander in the office of world domination.
Objective detectives are seen to be needing to be corrected, as distortion of truth is first on the twisted agenda.
Reflective collectives of refreshing incentives circulate among the edges in order not to offend Her.
The Ladies of Lies in disfigured disguises as men of the highest assembly.
What can you summise from this construct of demise that cries out from a stadium larger than Wembley ?
Organised subversion of facts with immersion that detracts from the days latest scandal.
Circumcised versions of counteracted reversal of intellect and blatant truth vandals.
Revised and contrived they sit fabricating the lies as the poor are reading them while burning candles.
Contrived history defied as manufactured crisis denies and refines another deflection of signs that the public can’t handle.
Situations that defy all laws of gravitation as they occur on a daily basis.
Conflagrations of transfigurations ensure that we never reach homeostasis.
Amalgamations of configurations assure that the truth eludes us like a desert oasis.
Abdications of misapplications and wrong explanations that do not past the fact test.
And who through it all can stand tall and recall the morality of this distorted age that we live in ?
When justice was twisted amid the breaking of a broken system as baffled, we viewed their contorted visions?
While incisions of greed and provisions of need were held back as not part of their mission?
And derisions of hatred and racism distorted clarity like a head on collision.
So the “poor huddled masses” like flies in molasses drink lies like they’re going out of fashionless flashes.
While the war torn forlorn head toward the next death to mourn amid burning their loved ones life ashes.
While incisions of greed and provisions of need were held back as not part of their mission?
And derisions of hatred and racism distorted clarity like a head on collision. in molasses drink lies like they’re going out of fashionless flashes.
While the war torn forlorn head toward the next death to mourn amid burning their loved ones life ashes.
As the emblematic truth crashes amid cries of collusion and sighs as the resistance continually clashes,
With the delusion of lies that they buy on websights and with cashes that signify the loss of dignity and life lived while under a fascist.
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz 2025
Copyright © Elizabeth Moroz | Year Posted 2025
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