Truth

I’ll take my chances on you
Truth

I’ve had enough
Of my lies

The ‘truths’
That I have
Stolen

The jewels
That others
Have discovered

I repeated them
Like a parrot

The priests
The teachers
The politicians

The professional
Liars

The collective
Deception
The collective
Consent

An agreement
A contract
To live a lie

The deep blue sky
Is just blue

The sunset
Is just red

The fragrance
The joy
Of life

Replaced
Substituted

We don’t miss it
If we ever had it

The truth is
We don’t want you
Truth

Our world prefers
Lies

Truth,
You know this

You have seen it all along
How we play our games
And pretend it is not seen

Then we cry our tears
In vain

Wanting advice
Help and more

But not you
Truth

We carefully choose
Our ‘Truths’

The ones that uplift us
Temporarily alleviate
The pain of living
This ‘life’

Its hard
First of all
To step back
And take a look

The beliefs
The systems
The dogmas

Our teacher-priests
The myriad variations

They fulfil their job
To fill the empty spaces
To pacify any discontent
That might awaken
Intelligence
Beauty
Love

The appetite
The hunger
For Truth

For this
How many lives?