Very often when I sit on my couch,
I think of the harm lies are doing
To man’s mind and interior self
Beneath the citadel of bones and flesh.
Explorer of humanity beyond and below,
The reigning civilization torn apart,
With an interlacing of cultures,
Its absurdity of cliches
And their subjugating power,
I see the trenchant images of
Man’s resistance, revolt and defeat,
All painted bright with lies.
The innumerable guises portray
A world evocatively ambiguous
Where many are munching the bread of exile,
Prince and bedouin, ruler and emperor,
So unconcerned about the beauty of Truth
And all lost in the maze of lies.
Many are showing that they are living
For others when in reality,
Personality is double and charisma fake.
And when ground breaking discoveries are made,
And the lies exposed, the harm has already been done.
The star spangled sky cries
And her tears wash not the lies
For the dyes are too powerful,
Unlike Truth which is colorless.
Lies, however loud and bold
They stand, are soon conquered by Truth.
Truth hates the spine-chilling eeriness
Of lies, her garments and ornaments
Creating illuminating moments
To beguile the mind, smiling in glee.
Like mounds of snow,lies melt
And the Spring of Truth comes again
With the bees and the blossoms.