Unstable Truth

I have no trust in truth. It appears unstable,
blows this way and that
with the wind.

 Consider food. What was good 
is now deemed a poison;
what was bad, is made good.

 The mind itself is flippant, 
politics a whim!
Just look at your local paper!

 As to wealth, take a break, forget it.  
The one percent 
is trusting they won’t have to share it;
having bought the votes.

 And age does not relent,
nor do snow storms, tornados, and floods.
The Ship of State may be towed,
but by tugs in opposite directions.

 The choice? Keep on and try to do something,
otherwise, ignore. 
And be sure to stock up on ammo.
All that’s left is war.