The Big Lie, By David Fitton

Exhuming truth from bits of books
the lie can be exposed.
Let him who has eyes see
him who has ears hear

Those hermits that write
find voice in libraries
seeking those hermits who read
those undistracted
without a TV—

without campaigns of disinformation
Books are slow enough to engage us.
Imagination is more trustworthy than images
beamed directly to the brain
washed away the chance thoughts
that we are creeping closer to fascism.

From where I sit, with those I have read,
I can’t buy it anymore.
I don’t care to imbibe what’s being served up:
Angelina, Jessica, Brad.
I saw impeachment for lies about Monica,
But not for a war based on lies.

They say no one could have expected it to go so poorly
to create a less safe world for America,
I’m not so sure.
They say no one could have anticipated
hijacked Airplanes as bombs,
But there are rooms full of plans
with things like: Operation Northwoods

Our future worth living
won’t come without discussions.
Questions posed by Chalmers Johnson,
Antonia Juhasz, David Ray Griffin.

I want to live for that future
when lies surface timely enough
to stem the tide towards empire.
When we just say no to bread and roses.
Leave cleavage and media events to adolescents
And the mainstream is
Repair all the damage caused by the Corporate Rule of America.

A time when we direct our best and brightest to
restore ecosystems, repair relationships with those our ancestors stole from
and those we continue to kill as I write these lines.
A time to dismantle dams and missiles and megalopolises.

A day we can know what happened on 9-11
and are able to make sure it doesn’t happen again.

The apparent acceleration towards destruction,
calls me away from Fast Food and Shopping.
The war—dead ghosts urge me to stop living the lie.
And for my children’s sake--Stop taking it lying down.