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n the battlefield of propaganda Truth and lies are spun In thickened fog the cats chase dogs and the war is almost won. In the twisted world of slopaganda A.I. takes the stage Fulfilling fake agendas baiting clicks, enlarging rage. In the orange world of stropaganda Insults daily thrown Decapitated logic From a mind where…

Thoughts collide inside my mind and struggle to find order, Prices rise with no surprise with lies becoming broader. A global scaling epic fail with tantamounts unequal we bear the costs of pockets lost, await the rockets sequel. As escalating tensions rise we feel the shock and plunder In middle eastern failing peace we scratch…

An hour lost in circumstances, certainty agreed, Anachronistic rituals Biannual in deed. From GMT to BST we lost an hour in bed And need to readjust our whiles to hold a common thread. The tapestry we weave as one awaits the warp and weft, The spinning wheel of all we feel with fingers numb or…

We bandage our souls and we hold onto hope Prevail in our poetry, find ways to cope Search for the places where sanity dwells And march in our many with stories to tell. The rise of the Right full of wrongness and hate The lies in disguise and the twisting of fate In troubled enfoldings…

Doubtful and Duplicitous – in bafflement we ride upon the waves of discontent with travesty implied, in whelming propaganda we allow the truth to hide and find ourselves dependent on such things we know as lies. We edge towards uncertainty and feel it in our souls towards a place of sorrow with a knowledge full…

impunity allows the rule of law to be ignored comeuppance in abeyance, moral reason unabjured as justice sits in silence we bear witness and accord to trespasses & flagrant lies as honesty is whored.

The poets heart is bruised by news of scandal and abuse & so he bandages his dreams & plants his garden full of seeds, he wipes away his tears collects a pocketful of fears & makes a choice to use his voice to dam the river running red. Damn the followers and fools damn the…

I’m asking for a friend I’m guessing that it’s all ok and things are in the mend. Are markets full of food once more? Have potholes all been filled? Have things got back to normal now that hatred has been killed? It’s time we saw the images and heard the stories told Now that peace…

When ridicule is all we have then ridicule we must, releasing pressure from a valve and holding on to hope we trust that thickened skin will puncture and shame will show its face pomposity and hubris landing ‘cross the human race. Alarms are being sounded a wake up call is heard, the brewing storm is…

Beyond the spikes of ridicule where satire fails to reach the lunacy extends itself from orange into peach, Preposterous profanities Infect our daily feeds normality is nowhere found, We don’t know where this leads, So hold on tight to those you love hold tighter still to hope and know that somewhere deep inside You’ll find…