Porky
This is the age of the porky;
This is the age of the lie.
Big men who wield power
No longer even try
To utter one word
Which might just be true.
They know they don’t need to;
They’re laughing at you.
They’re laughing at you
Because you lap it up,
As if you read tea leaves
In their plastic cup.
They make up the numbers,
They make up the quotes,
They’re act like musicians
Who won’t play the notes.
But none of this matters
If black becomes white,
And checking the facts
Is seen to be spite.
How many fingers
Do I hold up, please?
Give me the right answer,
Or get down on your knees.
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Thu 15th May 2025 23:16
Correction..............."Island of Strangers".
"No Man is an Island", eh, Mr. Genocide!