Tag: lies

Lies

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.

Media Lies

I heard the news today and felt the tangles 

of words and pictures of guilt and shame,

hiding the bald truth beneath polite pretence, 

running a video of the violence of a nation,

to deceitfully thwart recognition of their own.

—–

A child has died, the police convict parents,

and so the drip feed wounds us, calls us out,

to feel the pain this one neglected child while

they silence the horror of hundreds that die

each hour, every minute with emptied eyes.

——

A tiny body buried under a bomb struck home,

a body brutalised by violation and sexualisation,

a small emaciated form in a desert landscape

where rain once fell and now brown sand blows.

——

Like the opened talons and sharp beak, headlines

pose like soaring eagles gazing from lofty heights

to find their prey, devouring the mouse who dares

show their face and questions their right to hun

Conspiracy to Harm

The coils of lies lie indifferently at the feet of the many who deny,

they turn everyone’s tragedy into a fearsome, wild conspiracy,

hunting paralysed, grieving victims of shocking, violent atrocities, 

hurting their pain with their own lazy brain that simply chooses.

—–

Sitting in a wheel chair a broken man sees his disabled daughter,

his tears for her losses and his own are true reflecting traumas,

yet someone says the police, the terrorist, medics are all lying,

and those who mop up the blood are untruthful in the telling.

——

They kill daily with their lies as their choice to coldly dissemble,

listeners believe, stop life giving vaccines or safer decisions,

losing their lives to a peculiar greed to alter facts no precision,

building for themselves people led like lambs to the slaughter.

——

There are times to boldly challenge the stories we are being told.

Scientifically searching the wisdom of the many and never the few,

seeking to think and listen to different voices intelligently asking, 

choosing for those hurting people with PTSD, care and kindness,

Ruinous Governments

Its a war on words and ideas that are just,

they make a pact and renegade on the fact 

that you agreed their wielded written word’s;

scorn you and laugh at your confusion and plot

your demise, descending hope falls broken,

and to cope is through tears, heartbreak

and blood shed on your doorstep.

——-

Armies muster their support with guns,

governments insist on their inalienable 

rights over your right to free speech, and

the freedom to care for your famished

family, by pushing up profits for profiteers

and making your income shrink as the

companies raise prices but pay petty tax.

——

There is a whisper that things might be

improving, so that we accept their disdain

and even tolerate their lie infested talk,

We walk an ever decreasing circle of

fascist dictatorships and the liberal loss

of our democracies, having  ignored

the prophets with their scary prophecies.

Cruelty in Politics

The knives are out and the dissection started,

Each knowing and set their direction signalled..

Tax cuts or higher tax to quell the over wealthy

as they lean in and offer or finger their purses.

Each one turning the tory vice on their victims:

a family, school children, refugees and workers,

the struggling overwhelmed by rising prices and

now the neglected climate heats oppresses so.

—–

Meddlesome politicians, manipulating tories,

baking the populace while they turn their backs,

letting strings be pulled by influencing hacks, who

push the line that all is fine when many will die,

because experts are marginalised and lies 

carpet the halls where ignorance is encouraged

as long as the money is kept going into  their off

shore accounts and the founts of wisdom dry up.

——-

They laugh at us while babies and children die,

and the power of a few is consider wisdom,

and its wielded incoherently, and the many

have yet to ‘awaken the dawn’ and become 

a force for change and a flaming torch for

justice, equality, the common good and a

wonderful welcome for wanderers on the shore.

——

They come to our shores desperate, fleeing 

terrible things only to be sent away to an

evil regime that rules by terror and so they

travel worn, war torn, cry in their pillows 

where there are no rights. but another 

Tory ally who sheds blood, greedily rakes

in the cash and buys shameful sorrows.

——

Stand up, do not fear for we are of saving

the lives and opposing those who shackles 

the prisoner rather than freeing them from 

a despot’s chains. who blinds the seeing 

with blatant untruths and deafens the hearing 

with insistent noise, with words without meaning, 

sounds that continually violate hoping we will

grow numb, turn away and crave inaction.

The Blue Way

Slowly, shifting our stumbling minds

they open Pandora’s box, letting their

principles die, their seeming petty crimes

bloat their egos and blind the people to

their continued gaffes, grim groping and

giving lies instead of truths in quantities,

too many to number hoping to confuse,

discombobulate, muddle and distract,

thinking the populace too thick to know

just what their plotting and ploys are.

—

Tax breaks for those living tough lives

which pay the rich as the debts pile up,

breaking news of great things they’ll do

and laugh out loud when nothings to

be seen and investigations reveal their

lying, cheating, guilty ways as they 

decide to divide party and people and 

ply their sickening politics of genocide.

painting the saviours as inept or red

when they’re the ones sharing that bed.

The Truth is no Truth at All.

It’s not time to ring in the truth because it hurts.

I have been scalded by the truth as it works into

my gut and leaves the guilt lurking nauseously,

clinging to my brain until I am rendered a kindly

repentant soul again and say those words so very

hard but oh so very healing and achingly appealing, 

—

‘I am so sorry.’ I did wrong.

====

Yet he clings to his lies and dominating ties to the

powers that abuse and misinform, misremembering

the things that happened, recorded in the press and

filmed for the television, so a mission for omission is

pressed ahead so that he can fib to avoid the gibes

of the journalists, newsreaders and nervous onlookers.

===

He stares and stumbles and cites, ‘We did not do right,’

But he did wrong, so we long for him to be gone for 

we wrote it in our tweets and it was heard in our claps,

cheering the NHS as people sowed up their curtains to

make PPE and masks while doctors and nurses sickened,

and without the cover caught the dread disease, and died.

====

Companies offered to make them double quick but he

said his friends would do it better and some would 

arrive from China, but now he says he lied for there

was always enough PPE for everybody. But sound out

the nurses barely breathing on ICU, staff battered as

Covid19 prowled and used the lack of protection to

—–

pollute and pick its victims, and so the fit shouldered

the burden til exhaustion and poor equipment and a pack

of Shylocks, as well deaf ears to the knocking on the door

by the wise, wilfully ignoring and saying they were boring,

failed to save their nation by isolation, and blocking

the locking  which soon was clocking deaths in their

—-

thousands. He gambles and it’s a shambles as he still

rambles on til thousands upon thousands died and now

people stumble through the night of their pain seeking

operations, chemo and the right treatment for other

diseases because they just wanted to ease their minds

and behind close doors grumble and mumble over the

—–

rising tide of anger as they feint and paint their actions

like children who cannot face blame, so they shame 

someone else and fail to tame their own greedy eyes

and those of their mates who got special rates so that

they could come in late and make the state pay money

for funny goings on, no guilt, they say we did no wrong.