Lie

Easing a little, starting up again

The lies, they want to believe them, the lies

In primary colours, graphic denies,

Tried simple deceptions do not explain.

They can say what they like in this Knave Brewed World

Where oceans don’t rise and the sun is young

And knows its place, hot records unsung;

Where the ice is melt and the straight is curled.

Shares, possessions, and land, nine-tenths of law

Comfort their people to ask no questions,

To screen out the news and turn down demise;

To troll with the truth where fear applies;

To pixilate their make-believe suggestions

Where it’s forever 1974.