Fallacy Kingdom

Your built your kingdom on lies,

a craft paper facade.

You cut out shapes and broken hearts

and pasted them together

in a castle of deception.

Your lopsided crown is tarnished silver painted gold,

a worthless object once bound for the trash.

You preach of extravagance & luxury,

but everything you treasure is someone else’s stolen memory.

You’ve broken down the kindest souls

to toil in fruitful fields to fill your belly,

only to let them survive on scraps & hope for

a better life.

A tyrant on his throne of narcissism,

pointing his scepter in speculation

and murdering innocence with false prophecies

and snake tongue fallacies.

The peasants will revolt one day,

they’ll tear through your paper doll army,

cut the truth from your book of lies

and liberate the truth.