Truth is a word with only one meaning.
Twisted at times half told not ringing.
Wrestled from doubt showing the wear.
Crippled from use without even a care.
Hampered by those with well meant intentions.
Conjured by some their created inventions.
Hidden from the light with plans to deceive.
With so many versions which one to believe.
The truth is seeking a way to the light.
For good or for bad if wrong or if right.
Its not what was spilled its all about cleaning.
Truth is a word with only one meaning
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem