Monday, 8 June 2015

Conspiracy

The Pub Poets Working group now have a periodic poetry challenge. Today's was to write something on the theme of "alien conspiracy", possibly using the "triolet" poetic form. 

Conspiracy

The truth is hidden, can’t you see?
It’s covered up by governments
whilst blaming eccentricity.
The truth is hidden, can’t you see?
Subverted, skirted constantly.
They won’t accept our evidence;
the truth is hidden, can’t you see?
It’s covered up by governments.

If we could show the truth of it,
I wonder what they’d try to do?
We wouldn’t see the benefit,
if we could show the truth of it.
They’d twist the lies to make them fit,
and Black Ops might be called in, too.
If we could show the truth of it,
I wonder what they’d try to do?