The Truth| AN ORIGINAL POEM

in Freewriters3 years ago

The truth is a gentleman
Who does not go about rigging bells
Nor arriving as guest in ceremonies
In siren and convoys
To pluck the feathers of attention
Though, often it walks in isolation
And he’s persecuted and detested by many
Herein lies the beauty of life:
That an army of falsehood
Would like a pack or cards
Always crumble before the baby of truth.

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