Does It Matter?

Orange is the New Black

Orange is the New Black

The world is full of liars, some good and some bad. Does it really matter?
Storytellers, since ancient times, have told us stories that never ever were
Mayhap happened not in the way the tales were told, for drama, for effect
To seek the deepest truth of who we are, how we feel, and what we know

Lies, masquerading as truth get shouted on television, radio, the internet
Tales told as it is said, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing, but wait
Beware, when deceit is presented as reality, a solemn oath, fingers crossed
Then you are fed falsehood in the service of manipulation, and to what end

Bards, minstrels, strolling players, all hope to reach us, heart mind and soul
Manipulate us to perceive something we may have never recognized before
Yet one hopes to elicit feelings from us, joy, sorrow, anger, pain and love
While the other provides the feelings for us, mostly hate, outrage prejudice

To whom would you rather listen? One who makes up lies to help find truth
Or one who tells you everything they say is true, back cannot provide substance
Both labor in the court of mammon, but do not toil upon the same tasks, ever
A question of intent and motivation, rather than one of merely method only

The storyteller, for want of a better name, creates fiction, hopes to achieve what
A narrative so engrossing, so full, so universal you feel compelled to read, to watch
Only then does our author have a hope of receiving any remuneration, if even then
Creation will continue, for it cannot be stopped without harming its creator, I know

The strident liars, here we may only called them for how we see them, are paid first
Cosseted and cared for, pampered pugs, bullies who daily howl and growl the party line
Ramble rousers all, they tell you what you should think, feel, believe, no questions ask
Providing you with ready answers full of rancor, fear, bigotry, aiming your guns for you

Life, so stressful in the this day and age we live, we somehow believe more than others
Then too, crowds sought entertainment, surcease from daily toil, woes, the need to think
Perhaps finding a story relevant or hopeful or full of the essence of life, being day to day
Liars spin stories, narratives so we need not think, just believe, like religion, have faith

I, for one, would choose the truth, beauty, sorrow, pain, joy that I find for myself alone
Even if it comes in fiction, plays, movies, in poetry or blogs or the latest graphic novels
These sources, may help to light my way upon the dark and treacherous path we travel
Those who choose truth dispensed, false outrage, take care they don’t lie about the way

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