ALTERNATIVE FACTS

When I awake from my nightmarish sleep

I'm reminded of times when truth flowed deep

And all people drank from honesty's wells -

Now they swallow liars' potions and spells.

And what we can sell

Is all and everything,

Yet most are fed well

So few see the scheme -

By which cash cascades from springs

Spoiled beyond extreme.

Now I'm hung on a hook, thumb-tacked by themes

Rumbling through my slumber's thunderstruck dreams.

Before, when darkness seldom survived light,

The great and good were still up for the fight.