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.
D.A.
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