Lies

Descending down this chasm of pathos,

This abyss of misery in this world of post-truth

Let go of ideas of hope jovial happenstance,

All lies and no ruth, gone are the times of sooth.

Exhausted are the joys of the multitude,

For the empty but unending pleasures of the few,

Where war, wealth and winners, wound like sinews,

The preponderance lose, and get not their due.

In this chasm of pathos, we'll find our way,

Through the abyss of post-truth, come what may.

With hope in our hearts, we'll light the day,

In the realm of justice, where truths will sway.