Too many are and have been living,
Unfamiliar with the truth.
Or how it has power.
When in use.
Too many perceive truth,
Is what they create to make believe.
Like a lie to tell repeatedly.
Until the doing of it,
Becomes a fact to enact.
Truth to live it,
Opens minds and eyes.
And those who know this can see,
Through charades paraded and false disguises.
Mysterious truth is.
For the many hiding behind masks.
Assuming when they do this,
Anything they say to portray something else.
Or do to another to excuse themselves.
Will never be revealed to keep concealed,
What truth already knows...
Has been fabricated to show.
Beyond alibis, lies and whatever it is,
Anyone chooses with wishes to have deceived.
Truth already knows,
Who chooses to fabricate to fake it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem