No Veracity Stands Tall Like Truth Poem by Raymond Anyanwu

When people are definite
Like drapes they are
Adorned amid the entity and the expression.
One views recurring modus operandi assiduously,
Like pellets in soft breeze
And conviction is authentication of faith,
Because faith discerns clearly what it cannot discern.

Disbelief becomes a glass wherein one sees
Like the northern star amidst enthralling clouds.
No veracity stands tall and through like Truth,
As truths, before they melt must be consumed.
One may accept as true, of course
But not too firmly;
For when you look, you’ll see the freedom of the Almighty.