If only I had thought prior
Then I would have known who was a liar
But of course I believed and trusted
And in the end a liar is always busted
Must we lose all hope and belief
Thinking everyone is lying through their teeth
Or must we be hurt all over again
While taking another shot upon the chin
Some people are sellers and some are buyers
Others are honest and many are liars
When we are prepared and expecting the truth
We do not need to be a detective or a sleuth
All any of us want is a sincere honesty
And not a pardon or an amnesty
In life and in a person’s word I want to be a believer
I don’t want to listen to a liar or a deceiver
Some people are cold and some are warm
Many are actors who are ready to perform
Liars are strangers and some could be a friend
I guess God, and not me, will sort them all in the end.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem