Treasure Island

Njousi Abang

The Truth

It takes a lot of our resources to tell lies
It takes a lot of time and effort to make it sink
It takes a lot of resources to force people believe it forever

Lies take this much because they do not mirror truth
The Truth that was is and will always be
Lies have wings and fly at a supersonic speed
Lies come up in various shapes and sizes
Lies put on beautiful cloaks with many colours
Lies taste sweeter than tongue can wield the matter
But lies fly away when Truth appears
Truth glides at a snail's pace
Truth does not disguise its ugly face
Truth does not taste better than it really is
Truth is simply truth as it was is and will always be
Truth is light that dispels the darkness
The darkness that envelopes the world and cause sin

The truth is the truth
Tell it; tell the truth as it is
Don't panic! Don't give up!
Because the truth was is and will always be
It is only the truth that will set you free
And give you peace now and forever
But if there must be meaningful peace
You must tell it cautiously
For time, setting and people count

Submitted: Friday, April 13, 2012

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