Propaganda Male

Propaganda spinning, cycles in the air,

Truth caught slipping, tangled in despair.

Whispers in the shadows, puppets on the stage,

History’s a book where they skipped the page.

Smoke signals rising, false flags unfurled,

Paper kings crumble, dominoes twirl.

The ink on the treaties? Blood of the betrayed,

Every empire built is destined to decay.

Propaganda male, selling dreams retail,

Tales taller than towers, lies on the scale.

Who’s the buyer? Who’s the seller? Who’s the grail?

Through the noise, only silence prevails.

Borders drawn crooked, maps full of scars,

Battles fought in suits, not beneath the stars.

Feeding the machine, gears grind to dust,

Freedom on a leash, tethered by the lust.

Voices in the static, truth in the cracks,

They push, we pull, but we can’t relax.

America the giant, shadow on the wall,

But every giant stumbles, no matter how tall.

Propaganda male, selling dreams retail,

Tales taller than towers, lies on the scale.

Who’s the buyer? Who’s the seller? Who’s the grail?

Through the noise, only silence prevails.

Whispers in the dark, echoing through time

Truth’s unyielding light, begins to shine

History’s shadows, hiding truths untold

Secrets buried deep, in stories old

Time repeats, but we learn anew

Standing tall, seeking what is true

The past’s ghost, cannot hide

Come to the surface, open wide

Every lie, cracks and falls

In the end, truth calls

Truth will prevail, breaking every chain

Secrets exposed, after the rain

History won’t repeat, this time we see

The light of honesty, setting us free

Echoes of the past, fading away

A future built on what we say

No more shadows, no more fears

The truth appears, through the years

History’s lessons, guiding the way

Truth will prevail, come what may

Secrets revealed, in the end's glow

A new chapter, let it unfold