The smoke of political correctness obscures ugly truth with the soot of fear
The face of questions that are not to be asked is chard by a dark fire
Truth and honesty now hidden from all those that would hear
Under a painted deceitful mask the disagreeable, now we admire
To save the tender we pretend not to see
Under its facade cancer spreads
Now not noticed, inoperable, we act as if it can not be
Afraid, like children we hide under covers in our beds
I can not believe
in a science based society
we practice to deceive
under the name of propriety
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Offline)
- Published: January 28th, 2024 05:20
- Category: Unclassified
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- Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15, Bella Shepard
Comments5
kudos. 💜
Thanks Teddy for the review I appreciate it
What can we believe?
Thanks for the review and comment. It is most appreciated. As for me I believe everything and nothing.
Children ask the best questions. Unencumbered by convention, they are lead by curiousity and simply want to know. Fear of the truth is not inate, it must be taught. Topical and so well written, this poem speaks to the rhetorical dilemma we face. Excellent!
So true Bella you speak with wisdom. I thank you so much for your read and excellent comments. They are deeply valued.
So very true soren, truth seems not to be allowed in society nowadays.
Andy
Thanks Andy it seems particularly irksome when the elephant in the room can not be talked about, out of fear of hurting the elephants feelings. Your comments are most appreciated my friend.
it is hard to know what's real these days or what is true and right .. I fear it will only get worse and the deceivers of which there are far too many will win another round .. but artificial intelligence will probably win in extra time if it is allowed ..
You have posted a very important observation here sorenbarrett & one that I entirely agree with .. Neville
Thanks my friend for the read and understanding. I agree AI is the final fear but before this we shoot ourselves in the foot again by our offending by trying not to offend. I was always taught that honesty is the best policy, just do it civilly.
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