a multi-headed beast with many names
Now an emaciated skeleton
Sustained on crumbs,
Starved of calories,
Caught between spin and lies,
Tactics and cynical deceit,
Is strangled to death.
Rarely a vote that counts.
Never a tabloid
Without the truth
We are denied
With sufficient hypocrisy
You could get ordinary folk
To believe anything.
Opher – 28.3.2021
Back in the days before every man had a vote (long before women were deemed competent) they panicked. The pressure was mounting.
Only the wealthy could vote.
It was thought that once the ordinary people were given a vote the life of luxury and privilege would be snatched away. People would vote for a fairer society, a more equitable division of wealth.
There was panic in the wealthy elite.
They came up with a solution. It was called propaganda.
He who controls the media controls the truth.
Fear-mongering, lies and smear became the tools of the trade.
With sufficient hypocrisy and spin you could get ordinary folk to believe anything.
2 thoughts on “Poetry – Democracy”
The spin is so masked you could take it as news until you become attuned to it and recognise it as subtle propaganda.
They are exceedingly clever at it – but most of the time it is just blatant. They repeat the lies so often that people believe them.