Bird's Eye

Doublespeak and Forked Tongues

Doublespeak and Forked Tongues

© 12-19-2023, Olan L. Smith

Till I die, I will dance my truth.

Those who remain will declare

Their truth with lies, as is our ignorance.

There we go, over and over down

The hill, with dear Jack tumbling

After us, watch out for the pail of lies.

In darkened corners, the body snatchers win.

They steal our allegiance; coated

In sweet drops of honey, to make the lies go

Peacefully down our throats, so we

Crave more of 1984 on our plates.

The devil will not savor; he'll laugh.

Those who remain will declare

Truth as a lie, and it abides in our naivete.

We stumbled down the hill.

There we go, over and over down,

And dear Jack tumbles

After us, watch out for his pail of lies.

Beware of chinks in fortress walls, there live

The truth-snatchers, stealing our loyalty;

Varnishing evil with sweet drops of honey

So, the lies flow peacefully down

our throats, and we crave his long shaft.

The devil will not lick it; he'll just laugh.