Truth and lies.
Truth comes in many colours,
With a different shade to suit,
As a lie always has its distinct flavour,
Like a sweet or bitter fruit.
What have we all been told,
By those we should respect?
What is it that is right or wrong?
Could it be time now to inspect?
History is always in the making,
And truth sometimes turns to lies,
To the victor are the spoils of war,
While the truth withers... And then dies.
Beneath the web of such deceit,
A different world you’ll find,
Shared only with the chosen few,
With such cold calculating minds.
Knowledge hidden from the populace,
For fear of what they might face,
Answers to so many questions,
That might help the human race.
In the shadows truth and lies play out,
Through the slow advance of time,
While we all live our lives in ignorance,
To what should be yours and mine.
Darkness.