some have told me that fake news did it that there was no chance that faceter and twitbook made us believe it some have told me that we must forbid that an alarm should sound to eliminate that no alternative fact exist lest we believe it some have stirred to try and prevent it that the algorithms see through that the censor do its work and hide it some have stirred to ask, what must we that people not see it that the reader not read it hide it but I do not blame the lie because it was always there just as the pasture gate leads away from the highway and into the field and from the field and into the pasture and from the pasture and into the slop the signs lead the way once we may be fooled but twice is on us as the saying goes and from the noise and into the discourse and from the discourse and into our mind some have challenged me to come and reason that I may discern my path that I might oblige my duty question it some have challenged my entitlement that my feet may learn the path that my way not be misled in the dark probe it some have challenged my response that we not simply believe that we not hide and cower that we filter the noise that we treasure our minds that we question that we probe that we ask that
Beautiful poem!
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