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Truth as a Lie
“Trump is unloved in his own house; a figure of
ridicule. He was told by the greedy & the stupid
that he would make a swell president. The Liar’s
Paradox has spun out of control--with liars lying
to a liar who believed the lie. What would this be
called? Fox News, I think.--Richard Cohen.
Trump has spun 12,050 lies in only 928 days.
Government is grateful when people refuse to think.
Homer taught poets the art of telling lies skillfully.
Every lie repeated often enough becomes the truth.
People tend to accept a big lie over a small one.
Liberty must be controlled--it’s that precious.
What is it, to each of us, that is most precious
among the hordes of lies we encounter every day?
It shouldn’t be that hard to think of one.
Perhaps it’s no longer a virtue to actually think.
I submit, for me, it’s respecting real truth.
Difficult to do while amongst liars so skilled.
What a world if “truth” was included in every skill
set; something coveted and considered precious.
Audacious, I know, to respect, to worship Truth.
If truth became a hero, I would cherish that day.
Now truth is not revered. I don’t even postulate
that it is considered a necessary, useful skill.
I beg you, implore you, to be the first one
to counter falsehoods with truth so skillfully.
I don’t believe you are dolts, incapable of thought,
of introspection, honor, empathy, & the valuable
distaste of telling/hearing swarms of lies daily.
Wear blue hats with one word on them--truth.
Don’t just fret when you hear something not true.
If so, speak up, proudly be the brave one
whose stentorian voice is heard that day.
I will cover your six with my own skillfulness.
Our “Fellowship of Truth” will emerge priceless
Garner your dignity, strength & righteous thoughts.
Demagogues & dictators cannot kill a good idea;
on T-shirts, on everyone’s lips--one word--TRUTH.
Form legions, march in streets--priceless.
Become a warrior for truth--be at one
with it; court it lovingly, very skillfully,
so that you will forever celebrate that Day.
There will never be a better day in your life.
Prize cognition over all other-directed emotion.
Nothing, before or after, will be more precious.
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