It was easy to feed them the lies they longed to hear. Offered on a silver spoon, coated in clover honey. How sweet the manipulation was. How organic. Inviting.
It’s a shame so much that is consumed is camouflaged chemical. Devoured by our desire for sugar. If only the eyes could taste as well as the tongue. Maybe then, they’d be open wide enough to see. Wide enough to sense the sham. Taste the bitter truth that lay beneath.
But, as long as there’s honey, they’ll go unnoticed. Leaving another drove of bees to swarm around their hive of lies.
It’s a shame so much that is consumed is camouflaged chemical. Devoured by our desire for sugar. If only the eyes could taste as well as the tongue. Maybe then, they’d be open wide enough to see. Wide enough to sense the sham. Taste the bitter truth that lay beneath.
But, as long as there’s honey, they’ll go unnoticed. Leaving another drove of bees to swarm around their hive of lies.
