More Lies Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Striving to make sense of all the lies, not having much luck,
because from one subject to another more lies are coming to
light.

Showing everything that was just thought settled in depths
of knowledge, riled, seething, holding anger in, just barely,
while attempting to keep our tempers in check.

Nothing much being accomplished because not a moment passes
that new lies aren't perpetrated scathingly and totally,
taking us aback once again, going back to think over them.