Truth sits in a shattered home,
one time shelter to Mum,
Dad and two small boys:
Angels on the pinhead of politics,
blown over by a wayward wind.
Truth doesn’t pontificate,
brought up over millennia
to speak retrospectively;
a bottled message fizzing at her feet.
As light fades,
those who read translucent eyes
turn inland, seeking lost pathways
through a sorry human space.
Fake news – the buzz that
Eats away at our wellbeing
Attacking our thought processes and
Ruining our sense of perspective.
Of course, we could switch off
For the sake of humanity.
Each of us has responsibility –
Vandalism of our inner resources
Endangers the human species
Ruling us as much as any despot.
Young brains are malleable
Twisting into shapes that destroy
Hope and create depression and despondency.
I have no love of the status quo, but
No positive change is built without conscious foundation.
Goodness must be nurtured, and this takes focus and love.