It feels so disconcerting

this paradigm shift,

that tramples through my thoughts like, shadows gray;

if I start to yield a comfort

because a spin doctor's around,

then my resolve has just begun it's sad, decay.

You may completely know this

shearing of our ledgers,

it happens as with a whisper at the dawn;

yet, everyone still heard

each perpetuated lie,

they can start, & end the shearings' on our lawns.

No sadder fate exists in life

than being drawn, & led astray;

and tricked, as if we're just a bunch of cattle;

those of us with wits in place

must pull a bit more than our weight;

or we may never see past our first battle.

We must turn this all around

or end up grazing aimlessly,

we must believe "we really are the people"!

Accustomed to a liars grin

as we're jolted by their cattle prods,

they'll catalog each one of us as "sheeple"!