Misinformation Poem by Sandra Feldman

In this World
Of fraud, lies and fumes,
Where does light come from?
Where is the Truth?
It's difficult,
To always be living,
In a desertic fog,
Of misinformation,
No matter, who you are
Or what you do
Or into what system
You navigate, to connect,
You're still alone
Misinformed,
Darkness seems to
Fit and serve,
History best,
While presently,
We can send probes
To mars
But can't figure out
Political crimes
Nor who is behind
All the rest,
From the bottom,
To the very top of
The rotting crest.