Dishonesty now steps into the forum legitimised, and wears a charity ball dress.

With its statuesque brick laden resolve, it appears unmoved by evidence, facts and reason.

Weaponising stoicism marked with sporadic periods of explosive cries to support the identities of the fragile, it preys on the simple. 

The promised return to honest discourse never came.

The return to the better angels of our nature proved to be a castrated effort.

This ancient afreet uses digital escapism to squander reality to undermine our future to fit its victim’s narratives. 

Without our drive for betterment we are resolved to give into our complacency,

and to allow the minds of those around us be neutralised as the ones we hold dear die at a forced distance.