Netted
Netted
The web was slowly spun
Across decades.
They slipped into it comfortably.
A resting place to ensnare,
And caught themselves:
The lies that bind.
Spoon-fed to the membership,
Absorbed by the governance,
No longer can either extricate,
Should they want to,
Should they need to:
The lies entwined.
Now all their heed is paid
To deceptions they fashioned
For profit and power
Now supported by cheaper deceits
They cannot abandon:
The lies that grind.
Too wrapped now
In the net of their own make,
They spin ever more inept,
Gyrating wildly in their tangle,
Seeing no way out:
The lies that blind.
Still they weave
Toiling at the labyrinth
Hoping to catch any
Besides themselves
Convinced they are not caught:
The lies outlined.
There they hang now,
Meshed by their own frauds,
Snarled in their artifice
Relegated to continue
Because they may have nothing else:
The lies that bind.
Cliff Lake 5/12/2023
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