Propaganda

dismantling the truth

PROPAGANDA


The truth has layers, I am told
To lure the one that travels far 
Buried amongst the skin and bones
Dangerous secrets find a home.

Heretical, a witches’ brew
Bubbles with intrigue unknown
A silver arrow through the chest
Silences the wrongs confessed.

Beware the depths of circumstance
The facts so carelessly unearthed
Liberate a guilty man
And send another to his death.

Objectivity is a ruse
A convenient measure to access
When proving what one wants to prove
And discarding all the rest.

The subtleties and emphasis 
Unraveled by suspicious minds
Are just layers of the tale
Singled out to shift the blame,

Who would’ve thought the meaning found
Could contradict the logical end
The uncertainty contained within 
Benefits unscrupulous men.

This is what we face today
From ambitious peddlers of the word
A political world turned on its head
The dismantling of what’s seen and heard.
© 2025 Stephanie M. Vargo