'' How Much Truth We Can Take '' Poem by Bri Mar

The human denies,
That it constantly lies,
They'll claim there's an essence of truth,
What they devise,
Is to fantasise,
That way it's not really uncouth.

What is correct,
Is hard to detect,
As you don't know which part is true,
Even when checked,
You cannot object,
As you don't know if the lie's aimed at you.

Masters of this art,
Are streets apart,
To deceive you is their life's mission,
Whenever they start,
You can smell a fart,
It's the trademark of the politician.

Those in the know,
By letting lies flow,
They brought on the world-wide crash,
What it does show,
Is none were too slow,
In walking away with our cash.

Lies are essential,
They are consequential,
That's why they cause us all strife,
Though some have potential,
They must be sequential,
Otherwise you end up with strife.

If we let truth apply,
Our species would die,
Humans have a rapport with the fake,
If untruths we deny,
No-one would comply,
There's a limit to,

‘' How Much Truth We Can Take ‘'