Let Misinterpretation Remain Sparse

Human race, don’t boast on the casualty coast Frisking, seeking, pricking and nicking the truth On a continental coast as to your truth you toast Sending to Coventry the uncouth Pummeling the truth, belittling the youth Whose views you deride As your rollercoaster swings South In the company of your petty pride In tow to brandish the interpretation You vaunt with no iota of shame At the place of honour you accord to the incantation You blurt in the claim You push far above merit Twisting the truth, alienating allies Although the truth you fail to inherit In the realm where lies and flies Sometimes cohabit Dancing in tandem with hubris Cultivated into a horrible habit Which tends to increase At sunup, at sunset When the truth cries Causing a major upset As the zone of the truth decries Sufferings the truth endures In diverse fora Where jesters ensure cures Arrive fast to prevent error and terror From decimating puritan platforms Preventing them descending into the farce That demeans the truth in its multifarious forms While ascertaining misinterpretation remains sparse.