propaganda.

these fictional stories you weave

of unproved truths and twisted lies

of fairy-tale life

and uncharted reality

seems so far-fetched 

and unreal

they seem obscure 

and full of nothing.

blank pages after blank pages

were turned

with invisible ink splattering all over

telling of stories that never did take place

of reality that never existed

in the very first place.

and so here we are

stuck still

behind bars 

of made-up stories

and blurred reality,

of unfulfilled promises

and dead propagandas,

of fictional tales

and detailed biography,

of fairy stories

and factual encyclopedia.

here we are 

stuck here

listening 

to these fictional stories you weave

and patiently we sit

and wait for the never ending unreality. 

p.s: the bad times will end and the good ones will assume.