WHY DO WE LIE TO CHILDREN?

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Barefaced

Pleiades in the sky

As the weaver weaves the most majestic

and beautiful tapestry of our lives

Why do we lie to children?

We approach every single fawn with rigour

teach them to avoid candy traps and strangers in playgrounds

while we submerge their hands in a sticky sweet snare

Santa Claus' half eaten cookies

What part of innocence do we need to conceal?

Once fed on naiveté, are the lies still real?

Who profits most,

the object, the saleswoman or the bargain?

They circle the table,

lurk round and round the cradle

Tucking them in, teeth under their pillows

Dollar bills for bones

The same people pull rabbits out of hats to repel their seditious disordered egos
This global effort to blind our children from the design, the cosmos

Bind them to this thing they call a hustle, the new word for buy buy

Bye to meaning

droning a lullaby, glorified lies

with the nightly redress of the elf on the shelf