Truth - Assemblage 23

The truth is like a dancer with shattered limbs

What once stood proud and graceful is languishing

And the midday sun beats down from above like a giant fist

That evaporates the veracity from within our midst

Don’t speak of truth in times like these

The concept’s riddled with disease

Deny the sights your eyes have seen

This is the new reality

The truth is like a painting that time defaced

A monument to beauty left in disgrace

And the faded flower that our eyes yet devoured is in decline

What once was as pure as an infant’s embrace has become maligned

Don’t speak of truth in times like these

The concept’s riddled with disease

Deny the sights your eyes have seen

This is the new reality

The truth is like a lantern in heavy winds

What once shone like a beacon is growing dim

And the flickering flame dies out in the rain of perfect lies

Silver threads of smoke float upward into the sky

Don’t speak of truth in times like these

The concept’s riddled with disease

Deny the sights your eyes have seen

This is the new reality