the truth...
-not oil,
seeping down
into dips and lows.
cannot be bought
and sold with the lives
of the innocents....
or traded on world markets
for human values and dignity...
but a great oak,
strong, firm, unyielding
in the face of storms
and heavy winds....
giving a home to the wings
of freedom... and shade
to those who stand beneath it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truth is resilient; I love the metaphor 'great oak' nice piece!