Aletheia Poem by Chibueze Oscar Osuji

Aletheia



TRUTH: 'Tis of an un-ending means to know
Where the greying truth had tarried to go,
Methink th' prize of truth-telling is extinct
Faded back-wardly in mankind's precinct,
Eclips'd beyond by our pot-bellied lies
Never to glimpse the raying of sunrise,
Truth had decamp'd some misleading pulpit
Of great men whom mask behind their misfit
With smiling faces spic'd with lying tongues
That taste sweet unknowingly 'fore the throngs;
And when truth limp into such blazing sphere
Or slowly slith'ring moving here and there
All is late, for such tongues had sunk down teeth
Draining th' throngs to a rickety defeat,
So when I see a figure mount to speak
I creep backstage to whirl the truth I seek.

Saturday, August 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophy
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