It is all lies.
Hanging in the air.
Deception rules the day.
No light shines
truer than this.
Sound becomes
the absolute dictator.
Flip the dial.
Turn the channel.
Listen and you will not see.
Look and you will not hear.
The answer is simple.
Running ink tells the story
And
Paper holds the truth.
(9-27-2014)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem