We told so many lies
that we can no longer
recognise the truth ,
although the truth
was meant to be all
all that was to be
believed in ;
Still we don’t recognise it
because of all the lies
we tell and there are
so very many of them ;
little ones ,little white ones ,
necessary ones ,innocent ones ,
childish ones ,ones meant to
protect those we love ;
and now the truth is gone
eviscerated by all our lies ,
each and every one of them a nail
and then another nail
and then the final nail
through our flesh and
into the cross ,
nailed there for all to see
how little truth
really means
to you and me ;
and then and then and then
after all,
we need to tell our very next lie.
Well said, Sir! Beautiful Verse!
So true and nice to listen to Sir. Really the truth is so intermingled in our lies that it’s impossible to separate it from there.
Powerful poem as always. Truth and lie juxtaposed unlike as naturally as in earth science