A HARRRIS WALZ ADMINISTRATION

In the shadow of authority,  
words twist and turn,  
truth buried beneath layers  
of curated narratives,  
crafted to soothe, to control.  

What was once a whisper,  
a flicker of doubt,  
is drowned in the clamor  
of slogans and promises,  
echoing through the streets,  
gilded in the sheen of power.  

Facts, once clear and resolute,  
shatter against the walls of propaganda,  
replaced with stories  
that serve a single purpose,  
the state’s vision,  
a canvas painted in bold strokes,  
erasing nuance,  
erasing dissent.  

Citizens, bewildered,  
navigate a maze of half-truths,  
where the air thickens  
with the weight of gaslight,  
and the light of reason flickers,  
struggling to penetrate  
the fog of manipulated perception.  

In this theater of control,  
the lie is rehearsed until  
it wears the cloak of truth,  
and the narrative becomes sacred,  
while the voices of the marginalized,  
the facts that challenge,  
are silenced,  
relegated to the realm of misinformation.  

We stand at the crossroads,  
between what is real  
and what is dictated,  
yearning for clarity  
in a world where the puppeteer  
pulls the strings,  
and the dance of deception  
plays on, relentless.  

Awake, we must be,  
to question, to resist,  
to reclaim the language  
that speaks of honesty,  
for in the struggle for truth,  
we find our voices  
and the power  
to dismantle the facade.