The Song of the Thousand Lies

By Cliff Lake

 

The Song of the Thousand Lies

 

They perpetrate upon each other

The wielded knife from under cover.

Slyly smiling to fit the frame,

A danced deception parlor game.

 

Weavers in false tapestry,

Purveying new hypocrisy,

Fuel factory fib in filmy disguise,

Selling the Song of the Thousand Lies.

 

O, pull the shades,

Now bolt the doors.

On the wind

Falsity soars!

And though you may avert your eyes,

The chorus begins –

Singing the thousand lies.

 

Believers of muddled decree,

They cloak themselves in history.

Best not listen too closely,

Or take your place, interest free.

 

Who denies designed perfidy?

Who defies tactical melody?

Who still questions wherefores and whys?

Unraveling The Song of the Thousand Lies.

 

O, pull the shades,

Now bolt the doors.

On the wind

Falsity soars!

And though you may avert your eyes,

The chorus begins –

Stringing a thousand lies.

 

Gossamer woven waving in the wind:

Too complicit now to rescind.

No relief, no way to be undone:

Cooperation enforced by the biggest gun.

 

None are coming to your defense –

Participate in the pretense.

Accept your consolation prize,

And sing The Song of the Thousand Lies.

 

O, pull the shades,

Now bolt the doors.

On the wind

Falsity soars!

And though you may avert your eyes,

The chorus begins –

Singing the thousand lies.

 

O, pull the shades,

Now bolt the doors.

On the wind

Falsity soars!

And though you may avert your eyes,

Your chorus begins –

Sing the thousand lies.

 

Cliff Lake 11/12/2026

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2026

Location: Wichita, KS, USA

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