The Tangled Web

I’m catching flak for pointing out the spin
the fabric of time’s historical win.
A team of yarn-spinners’ deft weft, the wool
pulled over our eyes snug and tight. We’re fooled

from the womb, enter helpless and blinking
guided to strange looms, we weave unthinking.
Conspiracy theorist, are you shrieking?
Beyond cloth of reality, seeking.

Inspired by: Flak, Team, Historical and Weft.