POETIC JUSTICE 170 By Mshinaram Warigon Ahrey

WHERE TRUTH LIES

Truth, where do you lie?
Lie, where is your truth?
Repeatedly, the truth turns to dust
By the lies retold over and over again
The forbidden territory
Has been desecrated by the thorned tongue
That spews venom
Worse than the black mouthed mamba

Rhetoric so sweet
Like the Savannah’s sugar
Reality is chased to take a flight
Good reason lured to the barn
Of chicanery and charades
Facaded faces fanciful in fakery fair find
Repose in the cloisters of deception
Heroes of hell in angelic mien

Their paws gnash at harmony
But their tongues preach peace
They sing the best love songs
But their daggers are bloodied
Like the paraphernalia of war
Wherever they set their feet
Sweet dirges pervades the air
They bathe in sorrowful tears

They have perfected the art
Of pure, holy deception
Trust them at your peril
My ears are grassed by the manure
Of their potent lies
No more would my eyes be wooled
I have seen the light
No more would I be a doormat

Copyright©William Warigon™2019

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