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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