Is it possible that ‘the truth’ has been banished for so long
Now only the shadows of ‘fact’ remain,
Ready and eager to serve the masters bidding.
Ready to mock, attack and chloroform the honest few.
The few, for who power and capitalism mean non-human
The few, for who truth means un-homogenised social realities
Awaken from your slumber my friend, if these words touch you,
If you are still at least half-alive.
The enemy is not your neighbour,
We are all alienated within this paradigm of Political Correctness
You, for who these words are touching,
You, for who the exiled truth is calling