It’s a natural born fact

That it’s more than an act

Manufactured news isn’t new

Yet, it misleads me and you

Propaganda is misery’s tool

Destined to create a land of fools

When alleged facts make no sense

It’s up to us to seek beyond pretense

When one and one do not add up to two

It’s time to ask who gains in misleading you

When someone says do as thou wilt

It’s time to look squarely at what’s being dealt

These are not the rules on which society is built

But lead to the heat in which it dies and wilts