Propaganda

In
A
Jungle
Far
Away,
Exactly
Where
No
One
Can
Say,
Or
Perhaps,
No
One
Knows,
The
Black
Rose
Grows.
Is
It
Evil,
Should
We
Care
What
Dark
Heart
Planted
It
There?
Tended,
Watered,
Then
Departed
Leaving
Lies
To
Bloom
And
Fester,
Casting
Spores
To
Mold
And
Nest
In
The
Minds
Of
The
West,
And
We
Won’t
Know
Where
Next
They’ll
Blow.