Like weeds growing on both sides of the fence
Roots burrowing deep through the dirt
Strangling the flowers of truth and sense
Spreading its lies through the earth
And those who care for the gardens
Become accustomed to the weeds
Believe them flowers to which they tend
And blindly spread their seeds
No inkling or hint of suspicion
That the gardens they tend are diseased
Oblivious to the worsening condition
Unaware they have been deceived
Like weeds growing on both sides of the fence
Fake news spreads into the minds of all
It sates the hunger of the malcontent
Who gleefully swallow it whole
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Nice use!….I thought at some point you were going to incorporate you know fertilizer but seems you held off and kept it somewhat clean;)
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I know! I managed to write something about the media without resorting to profanity. 🙂
Oh, and thank you for the first line. I stole it from your comment on Empty Faces
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no problem, honored.
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