Like Cockroaches That Hate The Light Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

Fools always hate what is true,
Like cockroaches that hate the light.
Facts can't form their point of view
Their perception's low, of zero insight.

But they are bold to raise their voice
Make loud their empty protestation.
Not about the issues but mostly noise-
No rebuttal, just character assassination.

A man thinks well when he can present
His validated thoughts on a given subject.
But when in a debate his attacks are meant
To insult the person, his words lose effect.

Cockroaches run when light is turned on.
Hiding in the dark, those sly, cunning creatures.
Fools have devious ways of stabbing someone
In the back, because his identity is unsure.