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
No comments:
Post a Comment