Is anything real,

Is anything real,

When a philosophical theory,

The traditional positivists dismissed

As being too abstract

Anti-western

Not subject to verification

Without innumerable observations

Which skewed the results

As the observer always

Affects the outcome

But was called new paradigm research,

Qualitative study,

And sought to

Undermine the notion of individualism

As unworkable,

Eventually,

And some might say unbelievably

Snuck into the mainstream,

Through the backdoor.

Constructionism suggests

We are all embedded

In a network of interconnected

Relationships,

Reliant on one another

For survival,

Now the trolls, the influencers

Who miss a major tenet

And act as if they are

Individual actors,

The Tik Tockers

Snapchatters and meme artists

Believe nothing is real,

Other than themselves.

Everything is a perception

Personal experience is the key

Experts are just another voice

With the best interests

Of science at heart

Tell that to the quantum physicist

The oncologist

The Space Cowboy

Riding a solar panel

350 miles high

Or the geneticist working on personalised

Cancer treatments.

A cure for stupidity

Please.

But then it is all part of the big lie

We are held in its thrall

Big pharma, the deep state

Are referred to as entities

Not perceptions

Which is in itself a repudiation

Of the argument.

It is likely to be true

That there are lies,

Multiple cover-ups

And attempts by government

As well as large corporations

To ensure nothing impacts

On the status quo,

The money-makers,

Stuff the guy on the street,

As long as profits go up

The common man can go hang.

But hey, that does not mean

They are a lounge

Full of lizards,

They put stuff in the water

To change our DNA

Or work in cohort

One with the other

And can’t be influenced

To change.

It is an economic Keynesian trait

A decision of utility

To ensure stable economic development

Fascists love it too

It is not a tablet of stone

Nothing is.

A constitution can be rewritten,

An amendment can be made,

They are not immutable.

Even from the comfort

Of a whisky sour

It is easy to see

The difference

A few good people can make

If they work together

To pull a rabbit out of a hat.

It is not magic

It is a trick of the light

Sleight of hand

Much as it ever was.

People will always choose to believe

It is in the nature of man

To follow the leader

Sadly too many

Choose to follow the wrong one

And build gas chambers.

Some idiots,

Who see equality

As downgrading

Say that even a final solution

Is a matter of opinion.

I guess

It is like peeling an onion

You have to know

When to stop

Before we are left with nothing.