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Prophet

you terrify me
it’s your dishonesty

your deft spinning
of the facts

into this years
fabric of fiction

camouflage the masses
in hollowpoint buzzwords

just enough truth
makes them dangerous


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  1. A refined and thoughtful poem - great write

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  2. I couldn't agree more with Jae Rose....perfectly worded....too many of these so-called prophets confusing the masses like cults.

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  3. I cant believe how long it is being allowed to go on, had anyone else behaved this way, it would have been all over already. Well expressed, kiddo. We live in hope of better days.

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  4. camouflage the masses
    in hollowpoint buzzwords.......and it's done so cleverly. I can only echo the above comments. I did enjoy reading your poem.

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  5. In all my 83 years, through 13 presidents, never could I have imagined the present scenario. Yes, we live in hope of better days ...

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  6. I agree with you, I am frightened to death. Whenever I think it cannot get worse, it does. Your words speak truth!

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  7. The world is de-stabilised enough without having this leader apparently unfit to govern. Let's hope not too much damage is done before the next election.

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  8. Alexander Pope sounded the alarm about these 'fact spinners' as far back as the 18th century: '"A little learning is a dang'rous thing". A perceptive and timely poem - well rendered.

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  9. Me thinks they are called "lies?"

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