Language and games
‘War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength.’ George Orwell
Over time these words of ours
lose their meaning.
Something bad is good
while an entitlement isn’t earned.
It is avarice that seeps like a leech,
bleeding each letter –
their corpses are dry.
Lifeless and useless they become
as a mockingbird
taunts while flying by.
All below the bird is still.
These meanings play
games and on more than
one occasion –
this language of man
turns lifeless
In the barren land –
money soaked, it is heartless.
Fewer words, more or less –
the founders framed us,
refining to suit
a game of concert.
If we don’t remember
how it is done in meter –
then we can pick up embers
and die from
the wit of it.
Alas these alternative facts
embolden the brainless;
that droopy and dying flower –
emblem of this age of endless lies.
4/2017