The Lie

The Lie

A Poem by Ben Ashelford

I am the lie.
You told me in the house.
The speaker listened and allowed rebuttle.
I was in the air.
I was to be debated.
By the fat cats, not the proles.

I am the lie.
I was told to protect you.
They know that i am not the truth.
Yet it is me that is spoken.
And shoved down their poor, poor throats.
By the class up there.

I am the lie.
The one that steals your life.
I am used as a weapon of mass disruption.
to those poor working mules.
advantage is stolen.

I am the new lie.
I was told to cover up the old lie.
To keep you from having to hear the pesky true lie.
I will continue to steal you life.
And privacy alike.

© 2012 Ben Ashelford


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I find this to be really interesting and neat. I sense a tad of deception as well with a good flow, and it's all well written. Kudos to you

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Added on July 10, 2012
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Tags: Lie, politics, evil, liar, nasty, sad, true

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Ben Ashelford
Ben Ashelford

portland, dorset, United Kingdom



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i love to write and read. I started writing poetry at 17 when i was first published but stopped sharing my work for a few years. at 26 i have decided to start sharing again so i hope you enjoy my offe.. more..

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