Truth Of Men Poem by Jayl Morris

Truth Of Men



Sometimes I wish I could not speak at all.
Ineffective form of communication.
Oh, but you can take classes to wrap chains of words
And entrap whom you choose to deceive.
But Oh! They will resent you so soon.
Perhaps enough to harm you, or to cause you grief.
Many of these there are.
All seems to have been said before.
Need anyone repeat it?
So don't ask me any questions.
The answer is there in print before your eyes.
I have just enough answers now to last me, thank you!
And all the questions that others answer for me
Fall useless upon the dirt and lie.
The truth is like a blooming flower
Or fresh picked fruit.
where the truth of man is most oft
sickening and unkind and shameful.
and, therefore, not worth the asking.

Sunday, December 13, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: cynicism ,greed
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