Racoon eyes
stare mystified
while we conform to so called facts
actually based on tactless exaggerations
our fragile detente destroyed
by the purity of emotions
that burst through an earthen dam
burying our idyllic Sunday morning
in a torrent of contamination
the truth has become a by-product
of man's musguided attempt to control the nature of man
the truth is a paradox
the truth is akin to a prostitute propostitioning a preacher
the truth
once digested devolves into the waste that we expel
for somehwere buried deeply within the soul of man
is a mechanism of doubt
a doubt that sanitizes the truth
and transforms concepts into absolute fact
justice
impartiality
propriety
fairness
our history is littered with these and other implausible denials
how then can we be in defense of truth
when justice is defined by men in Gothic rooms
appointed by a populace
that befriends the truth
only when the shadow of doubt
falls upon an adversary
you are wrong
I am right
yet what is right when wrongs are committed
in defense of the truth
when lies are rechirstened as rebuttals
when the scales of justice are not meant to weigh sincerity
but rather
resemble the venomous vipers of vanity
under such torrential acidic rains
detente will falter
and the levee will break under the downpour of a factious society
and as racoon eyes
cry with the mascara of civility
we commit atrocities in defense of the truth
surely somewhere in this vast universe
there are a people who understood the concepts of truth
for what is truth if not inextricably linked to
love
and what is love if it cannot be diefined
by the truth of our soul's intent
yes, I do believe somewhere out there
are God's children
the Chosen Ones
while we sit in judgement as children of a lesser god
a demonic force that demands being right
over being righteous
so intent are we to be victorious that we ignore
the torrential downpour
as it falls on us all
thus we drown together
liked forever
by fact and fiction
by truth and perceptions of truth
by aquitttal and conviction
by the promise of life
and the certainty of death
all the while vainly attempting to form closing agruements
in the defense of a truth
we have long ago stained with the concepts of our doubts

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