And so dreams drape across days like old clothes
ready to be passed on as remnants of the past,
when tranquility rests on present facades which only
look solid on lies or hopes, we don’t know which isn’t
surprising as one only takes while the other gives,
while one screams victim and the other endures
in relative obscurity since the powerful rewrite history
anyway, to reshape the past in their perverted image.
The intent is to erase the truth while those consumed
by shopping malls, football games, television and
the latest antics of the superstars ignore insidious
actions of politicians and uninformed pundits who
supply lengthy explanations that mean nothing,
empty words running together, sound bites to be
swallowed like empty calories, believed by all who
don’t want to be bothered knowing anything different.