What dilemmas can be solved,
If the proof of truth is not involved?
Or sits in places unfaced and hidden,
Away from a table that should enable...
A sifting through facts.
How can issues be resolved,
If a bickering revolves...
Around a nitpicking to continue that!
And yet...
Professions of confessions,
Stay falsely intact.
As a plea to end needless debates,
Are purposely presented to create more attacks.
And bets are placed to congratulate,
The one already deemed to be victorious...
With a guaranteed confetti laced parade.
Just for the sake of visuals made.
'Excuse me,
But...
What has any of this have to do,
With the presence of truth? '
~Truth?
This is about image.~
'But earlier you said...'
~Ssshhh.
The presentation of the trophy is about to begin.~
'What a farce.'
~Yet...
You must agree,
It is one that is spectacular.
Isn't it? ~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
spectacular, good write, thanks.