the lies that we are told

Let yourself be wrong, allow your certainty to suffer,

as you navigate the nonsense know that questions are on offer,

What you think and what you thought are merely versions of the truth

and in the oceans of opinion there are chasms full of proof.

In polarities arisen there are sides that we have chosen

and from deep within our silios there are answers that are frozen,

we are solid in conviction as we navigate the facts

and we offer our solution before the questions even asked.

What’s the worst that could happen? Whats the best we can hope?

We project the fears we hold and make a noose from idle rope,

we are led into a corner by the feeds upon our page

which are manufactured daily in the bitterness of rage.

We are limited by blinkers and are blinded by deceit

as we choose our favourite thinkers and we sit upon our seat,

We are warriors in armchairs using keyboards to declare

they are wrong and we are righteous in the battle for despair.

We are following in footsteps that were laid to lead us lost

by the pioneers of profit to the price of abject cost,

We are vain and we are stupid in the certainties we hold

and will argue till the cows come home the lies that we are told.