They grow roots like dandelions deep into the earth,
Each one told becomes a future and a past
rooted in the soil of illusion, confusion and only dies
when the truth is finally realised, revisited and seized
by someone who hears the sleazy, forked tongue.
—
Lie detectors fail as the liar knows that a lie is true
and believe that in their twisted thinking. And trust
their friends go back them up in fiddling with facts,
and relay them back as reality while crediting their
own duplicity as being a search for integrity.
—-
Their culpability is clear to those who dig the details
and futility to stand against such sin, soiled thinking,
and the roots are pulled, but leave behind a shred
and falsehoods perpetuated, like dandelion rise
and vulnerable people believe these barefaced lies.
—–
Like the dandelion clock their creative truth dissipates
tethered lightly to their conscience.
And shed it bothers them no more.
But haunts the innocent.
