Truth has seldom been received,
In the past or in recent memory.
As a welcomed admission.
Given permission.
To hear and listen to it.
Without someone feeling offended.
Truth has often been accused,
Of being abusive, vindictive and mean spirited.
With an objective to leave many wounded.
And left behind in grief.
Mentally unable to recover,
From the agony and sorrow truth has unleashed.
And yet...
No one has admitted.
To have it said or from them heard.
It had been truth to deceive them.
Or intentionally misrepresented reality.
Nor can truth be blamed as the cause and reason,
For a quality of life many living still remember...
When respect to give it,
Was not a thought but known...
As the right thing to do.
Today,
It seems conflicts, division and racial tensions...
Have become the latest craze.
Leaving many to feel they must participate.
To keep themselves 'in the mix'.
'In the now'.
Updated with the fad and trend of it.
Although...
None of this has anything to do with truth.
But more with dishonesty to display it.
And pursued in distasteful ways kept produced.
As if...
Fashionable.
With this to please those who witness,
What they have created to design!
"Oh...
I love this."
-Me too.
So...
Everydayish.-
"And...
For all seasons."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem