To Who's Benefit Is It Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Lies lived,
Throughout decades and generations...
Of them being heard or told to listen.
Does not make them come true.

If fact,
Truth is traumatic and does not come to empathize,
A hiding.
Truth when it is accepted opens eyes wide.
To comprehend and not defend,
The creation of myths devalued.

Once lies lived have been uncovered for what that is...
Holding grudges and bitterness may be done.
But to who's benefit is it,
To insist lies told still exist when none of them,
Bought, sold or can be held like jello...
Can be connected to anything solid.