Where Truth Lies
It seems there’s a self-appointed elite
Who are the exception that proves their rule,
And consider it’s only for the common fool
To abide by their laws; such their conceit.
These are leaders, those special chosen few,
Rising like Messiahs above the herd,
Convinced that truth is a flexible word
And a word can mean what they want it to.
Should they ever be caught telling a lie,
It will turn out they had their fingers crossed,
Or, perhaps, truth is a lie that’s been glossed,
And who cares anyway, let it pass by.
Follow my leader is just blind man’s buff,
And while folk shrug, leaders are secure enough.