He who hath an ear, shall listen!
Since time’s distant dawn Men have told lies Calling it truth The facts, patronized. But truth doth not jest It is what it is It’s the brim on a hat, It’s a bride’s wedding dress. Revered in our lives Honest men we respect For uttering truths We’ve all come to expect. Yet lies now made vogue Scatter truth like the birds And no handshake will do To shore up men’s words. So do well to respect The integrity of sleuth Pinpointing all lies Shining light on untruth. Just recall the pure facts As they actually occurred Lies have no one's back And in the end Only truth is remembered. © Michael Wegman, 2014
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