Lies, like tumbleweeds,
Blow, rootless, across
A mindless landscape.
Detached from reality,
One rolls into another,
Collecting, growing
Into a formidable
Tangle of deceptions.
Far and wide they travel,
Dispersing along their way
Their dormant seeds --
Rumors and half-truths,
Alternative “facts” --
And they tumble on,
But the deed is done.
The seeds that fall on
Fallow land
Will take root there
And flourish,
Spreading and growing
Until their “truths”
Become “facts”,...
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