Hubert Wilson

(Too long ago / Albert Pike Hospital)

As Lies Spin By


It is the evening of my life.
I sit and listen as politicians spin lie after lie.
Deceitful faces are all I see.
Does anyone else see?
Is it just me?
I sit and listen
As lies spin by.

Riches seem to buy each and everyone.
I want them to tell the unvarnished truth.
All I hear is the same.
Of lies spinning round and round.
I sit and listen
As more lies spin by.

It is the late evening of my life.
I sit and listen to politicians spin more lies.
Undoin' truths one by one.
They think no one knows?
As people just sit and listen
As still more lies spin by!

Submitted: Friday, March 23, 2012
Edited: Friday, March 23, 2012
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