Truth Poem by David Wilson

we all hate it, we raise eyes and ask why, then chastise
when it is revealed because we can't believe,
what it is were hearing,
he didn't do it,
she doesn't love him
and he's not a playa, we all hate them,
yet we all sin,
we hide behind our masks of reputation
which causes us to live in depridation
and in the process we become lost in ignorance,
we spill blood and call names,
yet we believe we live in our innocence