The camera doesn’t lie –
white is white and
black is black and
the colors shine for keeps –
except when the pictures are wrong,
are not right, are not nice,
when the video doesn’t matter,
is there but not there anymore.
The newspapers aren’t wrong,
except when it’s time to trust
the blow-dried tan and smiling blonde,
to take their other word,
except when they can say
what is big and bigger,
what is scary and scarier,
what doesn’t go and what goes
when what you see is
something else made up,
when everything wrong
is everything great again,
when “you lie” is no longer
a shock ringing in the hall,
when truth is another lost chip
in this American gamble.
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