When Lies Touch

Thunder in the distance

Didn’t sound like thunder.

Rumbling and tumbling

Shook the bed we’re under.

Afraid, we were and

Just out there was

Devastation and recreation.

Wrenched so subtly from a nation.

Built on misinterpretation.

Fibs on lips.

You do this.

Or you get this.

The Disingenuous Parade.