Truth
- TRUTH-
Her attraction has no equal
Our lady of the night
Her virtue is a temple
Veiled in bridal white
But as if out of fashion
She discarded all her clothes
We built her in our systems
But she died in all of those
We seek her in our pulpits
We seek her in ourselves
She repels us like a magnet
When conversely switched the pole
So we covered up her nudity
Introduced her as a friend
Who sometimes has two faces
Other times none at all
All the treasure and money on Earth
Cannot compare her estimated worth
Her answer to all our seeking and bitter woes
Her hidden secret is revealed
Her address where she resides
Is under a greedy nose.
Copyright © Jannie Breedt | Year Posted 2016
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