The politics of truth
The politics of truth Dont bury me and spit on my grave Ain't dead yet and I'll never behave The way conformists want me to I'm the lonely wolf I'll be hunting you You may have planned a swift demiseTo my antagonistic cries Your media censorship surmised Youd cut me off with no reprise I do not hide no super sleuthI am just the naked truth Stand in plain sight all can seeOnly have to look for me You may not like what you will find But you really cant leave me behind Clothe me dress me in any guise But your hidden demons I'll exorciseYou cannot fool me with your tricks The slight of hand of politics You ordered me to stay away But I've returned so you better pray I'll show the world your dodgy deals The bargains struck the acts concealed That gripped a world in abject fear Looked for a scapegoat to appearAs the saying goes the truth will outLeaving everyone without a doubt Why did chaos really reign ?Who really had the most to gain ?I ll appear just any place To inform the human race Of your lies and your disgrace It's coming soon just watch this spaceCopyright 17062020 A poem by carl butler mba