Wild Words, Strange Sounds

Mistruth reigns.
It's got us drenched.
Deluged with wild words,
We're flailing in the flood.
Air, noisy and gray.
Dense with convincing claims,
Rotting facts, and spoiled truths
When all along we wanted good.
With clenched teeth
We ingest deceit.
Tainted facts
Intent to make us bleed.
So when truth hides
Where do we go?
Between the lies,
Where does truth grow?
Wouldn't it heal
This wedge we feel
Dividing us?
And yet somehow
It's still not found.
That seems by design by me.
Well, here we stand,
Bogged down by lies.
So when fiction clouds our world,
Is blue still in the sky?
Strange sounds surround,
To make deaf the mind.
Yet, amidst a war truth,
There must still be more truth to find.
So as truth fades,
Can we reply
In a post-truth world
That at least we'll try?
When critical thought
Gets pushed aside,
Can we claim
That we weren't freely blind?

So even though
This overload
Aims to confuse,
We're not content
With effort spent
While all these questions still burn.
Truth.
We want it.
We still want it.
When facts decay will we claim we want it?
Truth.
We want it.
When fed with lies will we cry we want it?
Truth.
We want it.
When bias creeps will we scream we want it?
Truth.
We want it.
In a world devoid of honesty,
Can we make the choice to stay
Awake?
Awake.
Awake.
We have to fight for answers.
Awake.
Awake.
Awake.