Lofty Lies Lying Near Us Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

What was said is not a lie,
as yet we wait to hear a bit,
for we will all be gullible,
unless we decide to let sooth,
make us soothsayer of the truth
There is a trick in impeaching
a soothsayer and a lie r for they,
they are bed mates who never sit
on the same pew.

If we try to save ourselves, we will
remain with a noose around our necks
telling us a do or die history, for
cowards know how to pass on the blame.
Who did what does not matter, when all
we can do is get our blue bodies down,
all because of the lies we have lived
to hear





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