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There isn’t just one world, for there are two.
One is the world that most of us may see.
The other world is seen by just a few,
And hidden from the likes of you and me.
But there was once a man who held a key
That opened doors into that other sphere.
Then he could see the real reality,
So different to the daily fog and fear
That issues from the media – the queer
Obsession with replacing facts with lies;
That’s what we read and each day what we hear:
Racism rages, homophobes and spies
Abound, the Russians hack and pull the strings;
Yet in his world he saw quite different things.