Throwing bombs
Makes falling bombs
And the flowers down there
Aren’t able to run.

You can manipulate people
To a certain decree
Fool the ones without knowledge
Or ability to learn;

People who are afraid
Of the big unknown
You’re telling them lies
And repeat the false;

So the wrong seems true
With every repetition
Keep your following dumb
But what’s important the most:

Believe your own lies.

        © Séamus Kennan / 2017