Moments like these are frightening:
when a system or a regime fails,
or a politician,
or a major corporation makes a mistake,
and for a moment reality flashes into view.
For that second, appearances and propaganda no longer protect them.
For that instant, you can see
the true level of unmorality of its leaders and pundits.
Smiles turn into snarls, into monstrous faces.
Corruption, deliberate lies,
deception, cynicism, propaganda, hypocrisy
come bursting through the crack,
like water pouring into a holed ship,
only this is moving in the opposite direction —
it is unbelievable how low we have sunk.
This era is a paradise for sociopaths,
something that could perhaps be called sociopathism,
but I am not naming anything.
In truth, I no longer even care.
Perhaps it does not even matter.
I only smiled at an article
in which the true face of one Scottish politician
was visible for a moment.
But this is only a drop in the ocean.
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