Post Truth

Post Truth

Who are we?

Walking, talking lies?

Well-dressed, well-decked zombies?

Permanent actors

With masks

Stitched to our souls.

Perhaps,

It’s safe to be like this -

The light blinds us

Clean air can choke us

And pure water could burn us.

We no longer need reality

With a soulmate in AI

And a philosopher in ChatGPT.

The truth has died

Laughing at

The heights

We have reached.

-       From ‘A Poet’s Promise’ by Rositta Joseph, Black Eagle Books, USA, 2025