Purveyed as the truth,
Rumour wrapped in lies
Designed to pull the wool
Over unsuspecting eyes.
In a world where history
Seems to be a dirty word
And unsupported rumour,
No matter how absurd,
Is accepted as gospel
In the propaganda game
Where all are blameless
And nobody is to blame.
In this world of today
Where history is ignored
The ones with the guns
Get to write the record
To propagate the smokescreen
In which the total truth hides
And the world seems to forget
Every story has two sides.
