'' What's Lies And What's Truth '' Poem by Bri Mar

What is living,
If you don't meet death,
Is it so unforgiving,
To take that last breath.

Are we really here?
Do we truly exist,
When we disappear,
Do you think we are missed?

Billions are dead,
Their bodies lie rotten,
It has to be said,
The majority are forgotten.

Is there a God,
A Satan in Hell,
Isn't it odd,
That no-one can tell,

Do we have a soul?
Or is life a dream,
Who has control,
A being supreme?

Is life but a lie,
An experiment of sorts,
If you refuse to comply,
Your creator aborts.

Is Earth a reality,
Or a computer type game,
Where kindness and brutality,
Are one and the same.

Are fascist dictators,
Those in the know?
Will these creators,
Ever bother to show.

By choosing to ask,
Are we being uncouth,
If reality is a mask,

‘' What's Lies And What's Truth ‘'