One thing becomes another
He takes a sack of crumpled shirts,
a puzzle
and a gun.
He leaves with wigs and mini skirts
and "Chuzzlewit"
for fun.
He's in a Queue at "Waitrose",
transformed,
an amazon,
all selfish hair and Dickens prose,
prior signs
of him, all gone.
The High Street hums with laundries,
wringing out
their blood-stained cash,
all shiny fronts and tawdry,
there's pus
beneath the rash.
From pedestals of entitlement,
beflagged
and microphoned,
they profess their own enlightenment
with eyes
as cold as stone.
A cross becomes a Hakenkreuz,
a blessing
a salute,
the masses in their halls rejoice,
their march
a stamping boot.
One thing becomes another,
it sheds
alluring skin,
its prey too late
discovers,
the reality within.
And the pit is full of bodies,
disguises stripped
and gone,
all hope of change,
our folly,
they built their lies upon.
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https://wolfgarwords.com/2025/02/07/one-thing-becomes-another/
David RL Moore
Sun 9th Feb 2025 09:45
Thankyou Graham and Rolph and to those who have sent likes.
People can graduate from little lies to huge ones.
The trick is seeing the small ones before it's too late and the accumalative product of the lie has created seemingly unstoppable power and wealth.
Calling it out is the thing, even then look at what is going on in the world right now.
David RL Moore