The Road to War Is Paved with Lies

Truth   it's averred   is the first casualty of war
       but the truth is   the truth
              isn't just offed   but is offed long before
                     any bombs are dropped or missiles fired.


For money-junkie  ponzi-pumping  gangster bankers
their servile deep-state agents and pliant puppeticians
       the largest part of advancing
       their aggressively cancerous grasping ambitions
       has always revolved
       around fashioning attitudes and moulding opinions

has always involved tireless attempts
to engineer  the kinds of anxieties and fears
                                                 that trigger blind consent
luring the guileless herds to the death merchants' side
conning the trusting rabble  they hold in sheer contempt
              into falling for the folly of going along for the ride

on the road of deceit that leads
                                   to the bloodshed peddler's prize
paved as it is with a mind-bending blend
of aggregates  that run the gamut from barefaced lies
       egregious distortions and monstrous omissions
                     to subtle   innuendo-suffused half-truths
— on the hubris-coated road of power-drunk decisions
              that leads to a store that sells the horrors of war.


In pursuit of as close to total
       control of the scope and direction
              of the narrative's deception as possible
the perennial weapon in the war planner's arsenal
                            — the propagandist's pride and joy —
              perception management's  invariably deployed

with its battery of malicious fabrications
rationality-jamming  emotional manipulations;
              with its masterfully marketed ritual fictions
              evoking vicious foes and evil rogue regimes;
with its demonizing depictions
of unsubmissive peoples or persons
              as irredeemable  atrocity-spawning vermin.


And often all for what   but to wag the dog
yet always  to further enrich a malignant cabal
              of spiritually-sick already-wealthy villains

by doing the vile  morbid bidding  of amity's enemy
by throwing wide open the devil's front door
              paving the way for that glorified obscenity
              that triumph of madness  the convoy of war.


Capped with a mix  of a deathly quiet
about facts that don't fit the fraudulent myth
                     and a steady riot of highly hyped bits
                     and bytes and clips  of doctored reality
there's a highway of lies and psy-ops that leads
from mere words and memes  and pixels on screens
              to unspeakable deeds and greenlit depravity

       while the drumbeat of war plays its age-old role
              in drowning out voices of sense and dissent
       as the fear profiteers  through their media control
              do all they can to steer and cheer on
                     the censoring of sensible women and men.