No matter then to some that truth is dead
And thought and action dulled by fakery
Or that slops of spin are served instead
Like feed for swine in shit and infamy
And we who thrive on simple honesty
Are left to starve on half-truth's bitter swill
And turn away from mocked integrity
To watch the porkers guzzle down their fill.
Remember still that truth was once restored
When greed and pride and lies were overthrown -
Then the brokenhearted prodigal returned
To feast on fattened calf when welcomed home!
Turn back - it's not too late - enough's enough
Let's scour deception from the public trough.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well conceived and elegantly embellished with Shakespearean sonnet rhythmic scheme. An insightful work of art. Thanks for sharing, Keith.