False Comfort (Poetry)

Poor fools who much prefer the cosy lie
than ever face the disconcerting truth
who turn away — head buried in the sand
gone deaf and blind to argument or proof

Hook, line and sinker — swallowed down the lot
the whole shebang and never dare to think
they’re being led right up the garden path
but hold their nose — deny the bullshit’s stink

God rot the liars — may their tongues go black!
Pray let the silly sheep at last see clear
their ‘shepherds’ mean to drive them off the cliff
it’s well past flocking time to bend an ear

to all those warning bells — just face the facts
there’s wolves among them lurking sly as sin
whose words are false, their smiles worn to deceive
those almost eager to be taken in

Dumb creatures who believe the falsehood’s claim
won’t question anything in case they find
it’s all a fabrication — one big sham
designed to dupe the blinkered trusting mind