the folded lie

All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the sky:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die. 

— W.H. Auden, from "1st September 1939"
Read the whole poem here; Listen to Tom O'Bedlam read it here.