Facts are very boring; this much is true.
It’s hard to face them by the light of day;
Much easier to make the truth become
What you or someone else would like to say.
You will deny you dropped that bomb or shell;
You say the other side attacked its own.
You muddy waters, sow some seeds of doubt.
And cast the bleeding obvious as unknown.
You say you’re sceptical of viruses,
And that vaccines have horrible effects.
You pretend that you have special knowledge,
Which no one else is allowed to inspect.
But sadly, the annoying facts are there:
The bodies piled, the sick in ICU.
Although you ply your twilight trade with skill,
It’s not us lying through our teeth; it’s you.