Opinion's a strange animal
That feeds on information - dismal.
Yet there is the other side
When those who feed opinion seek to hide
Facts by obscuring
With words of twisted meaning.
And so opinion grows and grows
Until it can not be contained by those
Who once thought they could control
The process by growing bold.
Then they discovered that opinion had become
A creature that was unknown by some
Of those, who thought they were the master
But found opinion growing faster.
And although they had tried to shape opinion
They found it was not as it had begun
But now had a vicious bend
As feeding 'new' facts was the trend.
And so opinion grew and grew, turning vicious, bit by bit
Until it attacked the very hand that fed it.
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Opinion's a strange animal That feeds on information - dismal. Yet there is the other side When those who feed opinion seek to hide Facts by obscuring With words of twisted meaning. And so opinion grows and grows Until it can not be contained by those Who once thought they could control The process by growing bold. Then they discovered that opinion had become A creature that was unknown by some Of those, who thought they were the master But found opinion growing faster. And although they had tried to shape opinion They found it was not as it had begun But now had a vicious bend As feeding 'new' facts was the trend. And so opinion grew and grew, turning vicious, bit by bit Until it attacked the very hand that fed it. s