See enigma, of these lip-sticked men
And women, in sham eyebrows
Who broadcast lies, every now and then
And dish-up half-truths, o’er moral vows!
What sells these days, for TRP?
Shady facts, and genuine myths!
Where’s truth beyond, the lie we see
When we buy the treason, of news-smiths!
Propagandists, pay their mouthpieces
The price of, their suave chicanery
Who needs truth, when guile appeases
A bewitched you, a bewildered me!
When we entrust, our opinions
To a Machiavellian cabal, uncouth
We choose to be, their minions
Who nurture us, on Manufactured Truth!
© 2017 Vikas Chandra
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