Flurries

 

Flurries of the fantastical claims

To disturb, disrupt are their aims

 

We are smart and can detect certain lies

But we listen and something inside us dies

 

Open your eyes and see the world anew

Find the truth if you can, in this word stew

 

And yet the it continues, wind and rain

Distorting the view through the pane

 

Maybe we’ll learn and understand

Fantasy, and truth intertwine again