Anno Domini 2018 Poem by Adrian Flett

Mendacity abounds in this year.
Honesty, its antonym, seldom heard
amid falsehoods fabrications spuriousness,
dishonesty terminological in-exactitudes.
Lies are the words, if we're bold.
Lies, if the truth be told, are the mould
that fits this fateful year,
fills truthful hearts with fear.

Year filled with Facebook tweets, and the like
the shear speed of info is what delights.
Quick response to messages distort,
leave no time, for thorough thought
before global messages are conveyed,
spread; bend the truth, along the way.

We yearn for times long since left
where written truth, placed in stick's cleft,
borne by faithful bearer, arrived in time to hear
wise words thoughtful and clear.
If urgent then flown by pigeon post
veracity was what mattered most.


Immigrants arrive but cannot stay
they're not welcome, wherever they stray.
Climate change accelerates a pace
we need to soil somewhere else in space,
a new planet to desecrate.
Leave this wrecked globe alone
Pray forgiveness for what we've done.