Truth - Teller Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The truth-teller

the truth is round, a big rock in an open field, clouds are
no shadows to cast as to diminish its splendour.
shot by arrows of angry lies it shrugs and stands its ground
until it is hit by the arrow of doubt which rocks the rocks
foundation; what if the verity was wrong and lies are verity
needed to make the world function as an identity
that falsity is valuable in human's everyday discourse.
The rock shakes and turns into a sandstone where everyone
is free to tell their version of the sacred truth.
" it is what it is." the lord of the temple of doom said and
now we are free to tell our version why we have constant
wars are to save our holy democracy.