Treasure Island

Lawrence S. Pertillar

(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

(The) Bigger Lie


Which liars deny,
They did or did not tell...
The bigger lie.
Or acknowledge any used,
To coverup any known!
Only shows that lies,
Are being told!
And on a daily basis,
They have been sold!

The entire system created,
Has been built on them.
Where has the honesty ever thrived...
When even the churches,
Are dens of sins!

Integrity seems to be known by those ostracized.
Those who speak with a truthfulness,
Who are character assassinated...
And dragged through the mud,
Despised.

A society that is witnessed falling apart...
Tries hard to masquerade its decadence.
By criminalizing petty offenses...
Of those who privately smoke their dope,
And munch on candy bars!

Which liars deny,
They did or did not tell...
The bigger lie.
Or acknowledge any used,
To coverup any known!
Only shows that lies,
Are being told!
And on a daily basis,
They have been sold!

As a quality of life once respected and lived...
Means absolutely nothing,
To those who witness the BS!
And identify the BS for what that BS really is!
But not distant enough to keep away the smell of it.
Or stop from thinking of it...
As a bunch of ssshhhenanigans dropped and done!

Submitted: Thursday, May 14, 2009

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  • Ramesh Rai (6/30/2013 5:47:00 AM)

    Which liars deny,
    They did or did not tell...
    The bigger lie.
    Or acknowledge any used,
    To coverup any known!
    Only shows that lies,
    Are being told!
    And on a daily basis,
    They have been sold!
    true in sense (Report) Reply

  • Deborah Downes (11/1/2009 9:33:00 AM)

    I greatly appreciated your comments on 'Fiddling While Rome Burns' so I was curious to read some of your work. I was not disappointed, and thoroughly enjoyed this poem which elicits the same sort of disillusionment that is a very common theme in my own poems. More & more I'm beginning to feel that poetry is the purest form of social commentary. Unfortunately, poets have too small an audience. This poem is most definitely a ten! (Report) Reply

  • Saadat Tahir (5/17/2009 1:53:00 PM)

    hi lawrence
    The entire system created,
    Has been built on them.
    Where has the honesty ever thrived...
    When even the churches,
    Are dens of sins!

    mighty stroke there.....
    but sadly true
    at the mosque an at the pew

    wonderful lines
    cheers (Report) Reply

  • Naseer Ahmed Nasir (5/16/2009 4:29:00 PM)

    Which liars deny,
    They did or did not tell...
    The bigger lie.
    Or acknowledge any used,
    To coverup any known!
    Only shows that lies,
    Are being told!
    And on a daily basis,
    They have been sold!

    Very true, Lawrence. The whole system is built on lies and for lies and lies are
    being marketed day and night.............10/10. (Report) Reply

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