The Strongest Force Poem by Jay Loring

It's sometimes lost in a sea of words
that cut like knives and pierce like swords,
or tangled in obscurity, in hubris and pomposity.
It's twisted, bent, with lies entangled,
warped and stretched and cruelly mangled.
It's torn up sometimes by the roots,
replaced by clever substitutes.
It's dressed up right, to look the part
with really quite a cunning art.
But if you look with keener eyes,
you'll see right through the cheap disguise.
And after all is said and done,
with fighting over - the battle won,
you'll see its flag still standing tall.
You can't defeat it after all!
It's like an anvil - solid, strong.
It takes a pounding all day long.
And blow by blow, the hammer lands,
but through it all, the anvil stands.
Or like a beach ball - full and round,
you kick it, slam it to the ground.
At the end of the day, you look and see
it's full and round as it can be.
So, pray, what is this mystery thing?
It carries a familiar ring.
You've waited patiently to the end,
but I think you know...it's TRUTH, my friend.