Arbitrary Rules... Poem by DM W

Arbitrary rules define this crude age
Which lacks a proper sense of purpose and
Sound frames of reference. O the rage
Across the world is deafening! What can
One do to make a change? These pointless wars
That pour out of our screens from day to day
Are obscene, yet many seem to be bored
With them, and choose to look the other way.
When Truth rots in a dank prison cell, then
You know that propaganda's lies have won,
For now at least. Yet there can be no doubt,
That in the end, Truth will make its way out