Another Fray

By Cliff Lake

 

Another Fray

 

Another day dawns, another batch of skews.

Another day of the medicated news.

Another fray to obfuscate the views,

Another fray to set the brains to snooze.

 

The winds of war blow behind their eyes,

This isn’t noble: the unobtainable gold prize.

Just read the news to learn whom to despise,

Just more hate in religious disguise.

 

They move all their pawns,

And we veer off the track,

The days just crawl on,

And I don’t want to look back.

They tell us stay home

While the war games are played,

Our futures are blown…

These are the bad old days.

 

Another day and the more twisted word,

Another crisis for secrets to be obscured.

Into the death spiral the faithful are lured,

Only a thicker web of lies is assured.

 

The blameless are bled while the truth is held at bay.

The fat stay well-fed while children are betrayed.

The world’s population is the rich man’s buffet,

Just an example of the billionaire at play…

 

They move all their pawns,

And we veer off the track,

The days just crawl on,

And I don’t want to look back.

They tell us stay home

While the war games play,

Our futures are blown…

These are the bad old days.

 

How much lower will we be forced to sink?

How much blood will run while they don’t even blink?

How much farther will humans get out of sync?

How much closer have we come to the brink?

 

Another day comes and the more twisted word,

Another crisis for secrets to be obscured.

Into the death spiral the faithful are lured,

Only a thicker web of lies is assured.

 

Another day dawns, another batch of skews.

Another day of the medicated news.

Another fray to obfuscate the views,

Another fray to set the brains to snooze.

 

They move all their pawns,

And we veer off the track,

The days just crawl on,

And I don’t want to look back.

They tell us stay home

While the war games play,

Our futures are blown…

These are the bad old days.

 

Cliff Lake 3/12/2026

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2026

Location: Washington, DC, USA

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