Secrets lie
At the heart of US
The endless wore
On tear
Never skipping
A beating
As time passes
US over
Looking like patients ignored
Collapsing under our own wait
For loving our animus
Is too much
To bare
The truth
Be herd
Our soul declaration
Creed is good
As we give ourselves
An invisible hand
That perplexing clap
For doing everything
That moves
US including
Our shadow
Double dealing
In securities
Trading
Peeps
As seen a phobia
Forges
Code wars
As truth is
Strangers are friction
As per jury of peers
Courting unequaled dispositions
Bring a bout
Foreboden fruit
Of the loom weave cobbled
A two-legged stool
Chock-full of deification
Portending wee are not
Number two
Preying only
There are no leaks
Which could raze a stink
Cowering in deed
Not even with standing
A rhetorical quest in
The proverbial can
Not out of the woods
Lay bear
It’s very nature
Calling out
Know shit
Sherlock
Without a hint
How ironic
This poem goes out to the NSA and all the other proprietors of secrets. The NSA makes a bold play trying to corner the market on personal information about virtually everyone on the planet. All the wile, the NSA lies about itself. Thanks to the continuing Edward Snowden revelations, the NSA has had to deal with the light of day, sending them scattering like cockroaches. The irony is deep when Americans are told that they have nothing to fear if they are law-abiding citizens. So, what of NSA fears that their “private” data is divulged? The spy business is fraught with hypocrisy and deception. The so-called “intelligence” agencies cannot make credible claims about their own behavior when their very existence is incompatible with transparency. A sound democracy cannot be built on official lies and “trust me” reassurances. Power without powerful oversight lends itself to abuse of the common good. Trust is perhaps the most valuable social good. Trust cannot be earned or maintained without honesty and forthrightness. The NSA is sitting on a two-legged stool, and with every fresh revelation about its deception it wants us to believe that its shit doesn’t stink!
