Spiders crawl.
Their sprawling limbs deftly spinning
false narratives into unrecognisable realities.
Nets of untruths bind and gag
honest observations.
Sticky strong silk shrouds
instead of scold’s bridles
adorn whistleblowers.
No stocks for public punishment,
these juicy martyrs will be silently sucked dry.
Eventually the weight of the larder will shred that web
and the arachnids of sophistry
will be swallowed by the hooded crows of hubris.
