The Lie
The lie was beautiful.
It had encrusted the world in an opaque film.
Laughter drowned out the sound of weeping mothers.
The technologically jewelled cities consumed the minds of the willful
And dulled the eyes of the insightful.
Vehicles of convenience weighed down the air.
Minds were allowed to dream
But the dreams were never allowed to take shape.
The lie was auspiciously beautiful.
Minds were fed with clever thoughts
Not useless drivel.
Impressionable minds were taught how to rise above the corruption of the world
Not muck about in it.
The pockets of those who were barely surviving were lined
Not turned outward.
The weak had a voice
Not a mouthpiece filled with ill intent.
The lie was suspiciously beautiful.
SONYA A WATSON 