terrypetersen

“The worst form of injustice is pretended justice.” (Plato)

Fog, Sun, and Hope

Bare, black trees stand out inside a low cloud of fog.

Headlights hide the vehicles they lead

until they arrive close enough to be

seen by other drivers.

In political fogs, fact and factoid blur. Alternative facts,

lies that wear well-constructed masks. Fear wins.

Each lie repeats often enough to be used as a light beam for

followers. The mask asks folk to scoff at non-believers.

And the non-believers respond with taunts labeled as vague

stupidity, inconsistent logic. A no-win war.

In the natural world, sun, blue sky, and clouds reappear.

Sun hides behind the fog. As headlights point out need

can we carry hope and respond with an ear instead of censure?