The Lies We Hear

Lies are strange
Lies are weird
They are sweet to hear
And wholesome to our ears
Yet they are poison to our soul
Poison to our lives
Yet we will drink them all
We accept without fail
All around we wade through
Hearing lie after lie
Yet we do nothing to challenge
We do nothing to find the truth
For we are told the truth is a lie
And we are fools for falling for a lie
While all the while
Their silver tongues
Whisper lies to our ears

Little Bird

What do you see, little bird?
Flying about branch and bench?
Do you see the kind hearted stranger
Or the ground staining red?

What do you hear, little bird?
As you pass the crowded streets
Do you hear the quiet encouragement
Or the thunder of guns on innocent workers?

What do you notice, little bird?
The red staining the blue
Or the hate filled words on social media?
The yellow journalism of the news?

What do you notice, little child?