The daily news is treachery And filled with conscious lies A world of knowing duplicity In an old familiar guise.
Newspapers too the false exclaim Intending to deceive Appropriate error to a name Without a moment's reprieve.
Where has Truth gone from human eyes As falsehood daily nears It is a consciousness to despise Not to excite fears.
When will it end, the faithful ask Confronting the enormous task.
Poems Undated (1727)
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