Truth or Fake News, a poem

Truth or Fake News

Truth?

Does it yet exist?

Is
it as
if it were
a leaf on a
tree and the fall
sets in and the leaf drops?

…and then the tree dies?

Did
the forest
fire of Trumpism
come to make a call
or did all the truth die
from an extensive blight that
caused the trees to be cut down
and burned?

Is
Fake News
here to stay and
like buckthorn, invade
and establish itself to the
point that it cannot be eradicated?

Are
future
generations
going to think that
Fake News is all there is?
Shall we forget that once upon
a time we spoke the truth and that
those who did not were looked upon
with disdain?
Shall we all
speak ‘fake speak?’

What
will it take
to bring back
truth, morals, values
and things that served
as the backbone of our country?

And
who
will be
the oncologist?
Who will be the surgeon
to remove the malignancy
of the times and help us return
to normal?

To
think
that once
upon a time
we all thought
that this scenario
was only impossible.

The Inauguration cannot come quickly enough.

About Richard Koerner

Almost seventy something, father, papi, educator, organizer, Francophile, traveler, amateur photographer, gardener, cyclist, kayaker, calligrapher, cinephile, reader, and overall renaissance type human being.
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