After The Sumptious Feast Of Lies Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

Now that we read a lie, twit a lie
We can rest assured we will be there
When the four years if over, but we
Will have had this feast of lies that
We have poured into our ears daily.

We once thought it was the tabloids
Now it is the journal of our lives
That tells it all, for we asked for
It when we said the machine that prints
Can just keep going with these half truths.

When the banners are lifted and it is time
To see the body underneath, we will be shocked
To view ourselves embalmed in a cotton coffin
Full of fluffy lies in it. Hoping we will not
All sneeze and say, it happened in our time,
Especially to the younger generations.