A Lie Is Cast Poem by Bonzell Joins Jr

A lie is cast.
How far traveled has it last?
Has it seeped into some restless soul,
maybe interjected upon some conversation told?
draped itself around some innocent face.
Plowed the line between good and grace.
As a shadow stretched far and wide
then beneath the shadow does it hide?
Has it walked a mile
or with wings circled the earth?
Whose the hand that sired its birth?
Has it crowned himself with kings?
Perhaps slumbered in the hope of dreams!
Where would its end be destined?
Upon the common man,
the lips of priest,
eater's of unleaven bread;
within the conscious mind breed.