It startles me how easily the lies stack up
Until they form a wall.
Why ‘the voice of reason’?
Where are the eyes and ears of reason?
Twisting your fingers into the gaps of despair,
You can pry open a doorway
And climb in.
The weakest are your primary prey.
Oh, how you love to crow!
“I speak for you!”
What walls can keep your vicious rumours out?
Walls of truthfulness?
Clear, unvarnished reality
The only answer, but one that is hard to find.
With cameras on every side, we still don’t know for sure
Which way we’re facing.