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By Violet White
We feel as if we’re going crazy;
when it’s not the grief, it’s their chicanery.
Day by day they ask us to believe that what we’re seeing
isn’t there. And what we don’t see is.
We’re dealing with a shadow-boxing phantom
that’s everywhere and nowhere all at once.
The urgent issues beating on the door
are the ones they’re doing all they can to urgently ignore.
And in their shifting sands, time is bleeding out
in streams of tortured lives and mutilated Law,
as they run cover for the Profiteers of War.
And every time we beat them back,
they double-down and start to quack their quasi-fascist cack
of banning this and that. And parliamentary privilege
protects their groundless lies and libels from attack,
as our so-called pack of unrelenting hounds of truth to power
decide to hitch their weapons to the message of the hour,
and amplify and propagate the fake and fertile soil
that presses the necessity to legislate unprecedented threats to foil dissent.
And citizens and journos who won’t tolerate complicity in
heinous criminality, disrupting their dissembling and duplicity?
They’re gonna bang ’em up in Belmarsh, and throw away the key.
And what’s more –
as they work enthusiastically
to strip us of our hard-won liberties,
their frenzy to elide
the Genocide
that they can’t hide,
advances World War III.
