Bottled-Up Truth
by DCDave

Lone, crazed gunmen, suicides,
And explosions of implausible size,
All give me the feeling we're quickly approaching
A critical mass of lies.

President's speeches, party conventions
And elections from sea to sea,
Each of them has that tinsel-town air
Of pure unreality.

The daily papers, the nightly news,
Even official foes,
Provide the mendacious chorus for
An era about to close.

David Martin