today, i am
bombarded by a set of
lies,
i can hate this world,
i am not still attuned
to its tricks,
in the same manner,
on the right side of this
frame, there is a window
carved out by light,
and it is here where
however, some truths shine
penetrate the thick
walls of deceit, and i still
find a reason for living
and loving this world as it
is,
for i have two choices now
which to embrace and which
to despise,
i am the scale.
I weigh, and i go where
the leaning of truth and
justice shall go,
my will tips it further
towards
the gaping hope of humanity.
still truth prevails.
and my pillow is soft and
warm, as i sleep my life
tonight
fragility, floating in the
firm hold of the firmament.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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