Buy The Truth And Sell It Not Poem by Dennis Lange

I've often asked, 'Is there a line
That lies twixt truth and error? '
My answer - is it only mine? -
It's strife, and often, terror.

It cannot be a line that's mixed
With truth and error halving;
Right's right, and wrong is wrong - both fixed.
There is no sheep that's calving.

The line is like a battle drawn -
There is no co-existence.
Colliding, cold and warm air spawn
A front at both's insistence.

There is no mix with water, oil.
They're kept from e'er eliding
As if the hand of practiced mohel
Was there, with knife, dividing.

As truth, two faiths can never stand -
Between them: fire and battle.
With God or godless - line in sand,
And down it sabers rattle.

In truth, it's truth when once defined
Which makes all else an error.
Truth's one, but error's not confined -
Truth always is the rarer.

That truth means truth is valued more;
It stand alone, uniquely.
And error (Witch) is jealous, sore
Of truth (Snow White) completely.

And error, erring, true to kind,
Is cause of strife and terror.
It seeks to take the place assigned
To truth - the valued, fairer.

So buy the truth and sell it not;
No error is its double.
One sends the sailor through the slot;
The other is his trouble.