Misinformation Age
Park yourself in the armchair
Shift your intellect to neutral
Prepare for the next transmission
That pulls you into over-drive
To see conspiracy where it’s not
And no conspiracy where it is
The point is just to point and click
To keep every rumor alive
Right or wrong it’s still your right
So express your rage
Freedom of the pressed
They come to set your stage
And fence you in for security
While they rattle your cage
Since everyone knows everything
In the Misinformation Age
Another red letter day
A caps lock lockdown in progress
Bring deluges of delusions
From fonts overflowing with urgency
React from your conditioning
To this chain of splitting hairs
Out from the old. Into your inbox.
Then forward to spread its misery
Right or wrong it’s still your right
So express your rage
Freedom of the pressed
They come to set your stage
And fence you in for security
While they rattle your cage
When everyone’s an actor
On this Misinformation Stage
Everything is true. When we’re scared.
Everything is scary. When perception is impaired.
But truth transcends this altered state of minds.
And seeing takes more than just not being blind.
© 2010 J. Marshall