Monday, September 28, 2020

Relativity

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY


Relativity

 

The truth is not the truth

But a momentary flash

One man’s treasure trove

Is another’s pile of trash

Like a drunken revelation

Like a phantom divination

Like a crack in the nation

At the core

 

Objectivity lost

Like a quiet in the storm

Like presidential scorn

Like a riot in a dorm

Reach for it and watch it fade

Like a vision that was made

With smoke and mirrors

 

The laws of physics are suspended

Fact and substance are dependent

On the bias of the backers

Trolls and Russian hackers

Take the money and go away

For tomorrow is today

And players do not play

Everything is relative



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