Truth Is... Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Truth is...
Difficult to face.
Hear or be near it.
Truth is...
Seldom if ever and close to never,
One's choice to bet upon...
To neither win, show nor place.
In any race to declare or claim won.
Truth is...
Not a liar's close friend.
But regarded as a foe.
Regardless of any situation.
Wherever liars go to have them told.
And sold to those not to have them end.

Yet,
The truth is...
Dependable and reliable.
Although few today,
Have begun to think of truth...
As useless as a fad had to have passed.
In these to live dysfunctional days.
When confusion, division and conflict,
Have joined forces to display...
An ongoing public fashion show.
To produce an evil meant and intended.
Believed to be exclusively beneficial.
For the ones with nothing else to present.
But a love to implement their devilment.

And difficult it is,
Today to debate or dispute.
This is the truth.
Witnessed.
Close up or from a distance.
Fighting for its survival.
Amongst all the craze, chaos and disarray!
As if people are awaiting and anticipating,
The next victims chosen,
To be fed to the lions.
Regardless of their race,
Political or religious affiliations.

"Whoa.
Hold up.
Wait a minute.
They are the farmers and produce our food.
And we can not pick,
The others we depend upon...
For maintaining to sustain,
Our quality of life.
We are dependent upon them too! "

-Who cares?
We are great.
As long as we keep feeding that,
To our ungrateful empty heads.
We will always remain victorious.
Heros known throughout the Universe.
And beyond! -

Truth is...
Defeating.
To those self serving.
On deception.
With egos used,
Only for the purpose...
To feast and feed on self importance!
Without thought or common sense.
Even to pretend,
Of having some of it to have known.
Truth is...
For them,
A commodity lost of its value.