What is the truth? No man can say
Each sees it in a different way.
My truth may not be true for you
Yours may differ from mine too
Although we say we want to know
I wonder do we really though
I think it is quite evident,
The truth is inconvenient.
If hearts were pure we could be sure.
One simple truth might well endure.
But we prefer half truths and lies.
Perhaps because we realise.
If we embraced truth honestly
It would curtail our liberty.
11-Nov-08
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hun: Embrace the truth, let go the lies. Sometimes liberty is a cell so small we die from confinment. True you will not always agree but will you give what your heart desires or live the lie that others see?