Poetry – The Truth

The Truth

The truth is usually grey.

It doesn’t stand up to the light of day.

What appears to be absolute

Rapidly falls into fierce dispute,

As the truth falls prey

To political decay.

We glean our truth from a source we trust

But the best of sites are rarely just.

Too many spoons prodding the pie

Taking more than their share from both you and I.

They twist the truth to fit their lust

And usually believed and rarely sussed.

The truth is what they want to pervert.

Seeking the gullible to convert.

The first casualty of war it truth

The second casualty is always youth.

Their aim is to subvert;

To facilitate the maximum hurt.

The truth is usually grey.

It doesn’t stand up to the light of day.

What appears to be absolute

Rapidly falls into fierce dispute,

As the truth falls prey

To political decay.

Opher 19.8.2018

I wrote this for all those people who take their news from all those fake sites out there on the web, busy pushing their propaganda:  for those who take the mainstream news as gospel; for those who really believe that they have the only handle on what is really going on.

This is tribal.

This is all lies.

A healthy cynicism is the only defence.

But none of us are free.

Poetry – The Truth

The Truth

 

As long as one is true

It doesn’t matter.

The quality is in the verity.

The truth always has its own beauty.

Some talk of talent,

Some of skill,

I talk of truth.

 

Opher – 23.4.2020

 

 

Popularity and success are useless, immaterial distractions.

All that matters is speaking the truth.

We need passion, sentiment and to care, if we are going to build a better world.

It is important for people to speak out against injustice, greed and the destruction of the planet.

We need voices who speak the truth.