Virtue is always mistaken;
But truth shall remain unshaken;
Let hypocrites criticize;
People wise shall realize.
I'm smeared with mud;
While they feed on my blood;
With pain, I yell;
From somewhere, I hear a bell.
Its hard to battle out;
In a world that loves to shout;
And throw stones at you;
Though your words were always true.
Is this what is justice?
I call it injustice;
This world is so coward;
Will it ever move 'forward'?
Almost all are insane;
With no sense to attain;
And though they still ignore;
Truth shall always win a score.
'Listen, wise people out there';
Raise your voices up in the air;
Let us wait for a better tomorrow;
Which shall carry no sorrow to borrow.
So listen to the agony of truth;
Hope it shall awaken the youth;
To bring down the walls of distress;
And move towards success.
Yes you are very true when you write that truth cries out in this world of hypocrites. All are insane, they ignore the truth. We shall raise our voices against all inhuman deeds and ideas that are spread. Yes we s hall listen to t he agony of truth and let the youn ones cry out and change this world into the path of truth. thank you dear poetess
Thank you Poet.. I can relate the Epitome to me. I'm smeared with mud; While they feed on my blood; With pain, I yell; From somewhere, I hear a bell. - -] though I did not hear any Bell! - - - - Almost all are insane; With no sense to attain; And though they still ignore; Truth shall always win a score.! Those two sets of Stanza too perfect! loved the Poem so much. Thank you for sharing! 10+++
r published page they feature the Kamloops Funeral Home. sheesh
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned in good rhyme scheme with conviction. A lovely poem elegantly brought forth. Thanks for sharing.