You can’t formulate truth from a pack of lies and claim it to be truth
Truth weeps at her violation
She has no voice and few stand brave enough to champion her cause
Truth needs no guard, indeed she thrives on her unguarded voice
Leave Truth be I say! For, tell me, what harm could Truth ever do you?
Whom have you ever known Truth to harm?
By contrast, consider how many fall by the hordes to deception’s stealthy sword?
Who’s fooling who?
Across lands, far and near
Peace is notable in its absence and Truth’s lamentation is deafening
Lies and deception masquerade and parade with hauteur; reckless in their impunity.
Ignorance has become deception’s glory, embraced by the gullible many
Diehard obtuseness, now truth’s raging nemesis
In the midst then emerges the fawning servility of political correctness
Complete with its own alternative universe; utopian rhetoric gone mad
The obliteration of Truth; it’s one singular objective
Alas! Truth weeps
As she is forcibly edged closer to the precipices of oblivion
The dwindling few punily striving to defend her virtue.
We’ve become the human collective equivalent of a zombied species
As haters of Truth don the qualities that the proponents of Truth seem to lack
Courage, bravery, boldness, unabashed and unashamed
When Deception barks, we heed with reverential raptness
This is truth! We hark
But Truth speaks out and we disparage, scoff and rail at her impudence
Atrocious atrocity we cry! We clamour for the voice of Truth to cease
We’ve become stupefied and benumbed with insensibility
Our human consciousness now diseased and befuddled
With a most virulent form of Truth narcosis
The mythical ‘Emperor has no clothes’ syndrome,
Now the most common affliction to afflict mankind
As Truth languishes in jails of metaphoric confinement.
There is none to save Truth
Her sparcity now as the rarity of precious stones
Few bother to seek her treasure anymore
Preferring the dross of deception’s lying guile
It will suffice they believe
We eat, drink and live; only to be none the wiser
For how can any be wise against the calamity of Truth’s painful demise?
The ‘Paradise of Fools’ is the new hangout
As daily we decry the voice of Truth’s innocence and honesty
And Truth continues to bemoan the fate she was never created for.
Excerpts from ‘Deception’s Naked Truth’
‘My Poems of a Deep Kind’ series by
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