The Road to War Is Paved with Lies

It's said that truth   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 puppet politicians
       the largest part of advancing
       their aggressively-cancerous grasping ambitions
       has always involved  the fashioning of attitudes
                                                 and moulding of opinions;

has always revolved  around tireless attempts
to engineer  the kinds of anxieties and fears
                                                 that trigger blind consent;
to lure the guileless herds to the death merchants' side;
to con the trusting rabble they hold in sheer contempt
into falling for the folly of going along for the ride
on the road of deceit which 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 all its malicious fabrications
its rationality-jamming  emotional manipulations;
       its masterfully marketed ritual fictions
       evoking  vicious foes  and evil rogue regimes;
              its demonization of target peoples or persons;
              its depictions  of unsubmissive heads of state
                     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;
       by 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 sedulous censoring of sensible men.
From his lofty perch near the top of the earth, Korvus observes the whirling world of humans, with equal parts wonder, disgust, and amusement. Korvus is the author of the unpublished book "RED PILL POEMS: The Poetry of Empire, Politics and Power" and may be reached at Read other articles by Korvus.