The Truth
THE TRUTH
Looking in through the window I knew I knew
They lied about fire. What’s new, what’s new?
The mother’s hated husband for a long ago
But where would she go, where will she go?
The father couldn’t answer a one question
He looked like a frozen dummy. He got a message.
They both knew the truth, but lied. They lied.
The poor boy was scared. He cried, he cried.
T’ interrogator asked them to tell the truth.
He did not want them share the true news.
The couple was united as never was quiet
They tried to be protective for a poor child.
Copyright © Tatiana McCollum, 2013
E-mail: [email protected]
November 6/2013
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