And falsehoods dance upon the air,
With agendas woven into tales,
It’s hard to discern what’s fair.
Some speak for profit’s golden gleam,
Others chase the spotlight’s beam,
No conscience halts their deceitful play,
As they sculpt narratives day by day.
They conjure news from mere mirage,
Twisting nonsense into truth’s camouflage,
Their propaganda’s vast expanse unfurls,
Ensnaring minds, entrapping worlds.
Laws bend to the whims they sow,
Emotions wielded like a ruthless bow,
In arenas of strife, we’re made to dwell,
In a gladiatorial trance, under their spell.
Yet we pretend our voices ring,
As we choose between puppets on a string,
The same dynasties ruling with familiar hand,
While we’re left to wander in their scripted land.
Unleashing a storm of righteousness, dancing between realms, proving that even devils can find salvation in the bowels of faith.