"Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth" - B.Y.O.B. by System of a Down*
We sat across the table as we feasted on misguided notions. Our integrity tenderised, thoughts manipulated, traded with unconditional compassion.
Twisted ideals, served upon the finest china. Delectable treats, laced with shards of such distorted agenda.
Multi-faceted truths, all lobbied for self-centred gains. We're the ones who'd worry and cower under tattered brollies... To anticipate for when it would rain.
Between us still sat the table. We'd still be served age-old (t)ale while the room stank of rancid broth. But I have lost my appetite the moment we were fed lies... Offered on the most extravagant tablecloth.