True Lies, fake Truths



Telling it as reality dares speak

Never as fancied

Knowing with poise, not cocky certainty

Reality predated the bang

Core Truth; half-truths ne’er are truths

Half-lies equal soiled facts; revolting untruths

Concocted, invented, rehashed

twisted, tampered, fabricated

But highly coveted as iniquity’s chaperon

Mountains of lies crumbling

Assailable, brittle, profane


Power of Truth

Lacerated, incised, raped by Truth of Power

As a surgical scalpel blade

Slits through tissues, leaving them loosened

Vessels un-ligated, bleeding freely

Essence hemorrhaging away

Brains frozen solid, hearts halted


Prophets of truth, heroes reviled

Made villains with gusto

By their horrid masters

Turned puppets on firm wires

While slayers of truth

Now dazzling stars, ruling by tweets

How can they lie to us

Without first deceiving themselves?


Hailed by disciples, whose torments

Mask prescribed joys, vainly hoping

Lies dare deliver them, set them free

Like caged birds, singing in cruel custody

Stuck in grimes of immorality

Thronged in gutters of depravity


Notions now fact, views peddled as truth

Fact now gone, absent, mute, through

New stories, ever so gory

Cooked by them, shielded by fake glory

Fake heroes, forged stories, masters deified by slaves

Killers fawned by their cadavers

Groveling now coveted, etched in vacant stares


Truth’s cutting edge

Blunted by sledge hammer of lies

Truth undone, outrun, outgunned

Always outmanned

Ne’er outdone, nor half-done

Always tall, never too small

Sturdy, indelible truth

Even when veiled by lies

Truths so remain, so endure


War now “peace”, deaths the boon

En masse for the wretched,

Despair atop gloom

Damnation now salvation

Occupation now redemption

Killing now fulfilling

Ruin now face-lifting

Bondage now “freedom”

For lies spewed, by killers of truth

Liars now rule, truth fully feigned

While truthers stay wholly reigned


Dispatching beings to their deaths

With their arsenals of lies

And driving survivors into exile

Seeking shelter from torment

In tormenters lands

Rebuffed by their aggressors

Lying morons, moronic thieves


Choices subverted

Trump lies, Clinton truths

Clinton lies Russian truths, Russian lies, press truths

Press lies, alien truths

Buried truths, occult truths

Beneath debris of lies

Avowed, worshipped by satanic cults

In grotesque temples of guile


Truth tellers, truth seekers

Whistle blowers, candid messengers

Now outcasts, harassed, ranted, pilloried

Now confined, caged, like captive birds, all exits bolted

No tunnel ends lit with justice

In distant lands, homes thrown to despair

Souls tortured, little hope for repair

Visions dispersed, still seeds entrapped

Embassy grounds, diplomatic crap

Murder and mutilation traps


Lie tellers, home ‘n free

Rulers by force, murdering at will

Go unchecked, go unhinged

Systemic rot, like bananas

Shelved for eternity, like excrement

Beckoning flies

Piles upon piles of boundless lies


Mutate, distort, bend, disfigure

Minds to contort, souls to re-configure

Reality to distort, hell on trigger

Truths to swat, like pesky flies

Dollars to devour, whims to fabricate

Lives to end, in piles ‘n heaps


Masters of lies

Favored elites

Presidents effete

Trampling their serfs

With promises to bleat

Ever so sweet

That fast turn obsolete

Wallets replete

Souls but vacant suites


Blood to spill, oceans of red

With smiles ‘n thrills, tsunamis of deceits

Volcanoes of blood, souls lifeless ‘n still

Cruelty in vogue

Atrocities from holy rogues

Demons in flesh, devils at the switch

Flesh on fire, Evil for hire

Wholly for Empire

Lies perched on the tip

Of Truth’s submerged iceberg

Stoic, sturdy, durable, unmovable

Enduring, lasting, reality immutable

To liars unfathomable

As truth’s vessels forcefully emptied

Whose contents ne’er take flight

Lingering seeds spawn more truths

Reality predates the bang


©Alwi Shatry

Angeles City, Pampanga, Philippines

December, 2018

  • Author: Seek (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 9th, 2019 04:01
  • Comment from author about the poem: A familiar theme of our times: blurring of the line between fiction and reality continues unabated. The challenge of staying alert to mutated facts becomes ever more daunting.
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  • Aislinn Wilson

    I take it you've published? I feel like clapping, this could be read aloud to great affect. Astounding.

    • Seek

      Thank you. Flattered by your generous remarks. Humbled by your sincere sentiments. This is this poem’s debut outside my very thinly visited blog. If you have any suggestions, please send me a message. Thanks.

    • fillyourselfupwithlove

      This has many nuances to it, wish I could write with this level of calibre one day! Thank you for you comment on my poem as well.

      • Seek

        It is humble beginnings that drive us all forward. I’m flattered that you should see me in such glowing terms. We can all get to where we aim. My pleasure. Take care.

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