Unpolluted Truth Is

When truth is identified,
Honesty is done.
A familiarity of it exists.
And it can be seen,
In the eyes of everyone.
Those still clinging onto 'conditions'
Have been taught to look away.
Either they cast their eyes to the ground...
Or something hidden,
Has been done!
Or perhaps an unconsciousness,
For them has been delayed.
Once truth is discovered...
It's rather difficult for it,
To be secretly betrayed.
It's there like fresh air!
Unpolluted truth is.
And noticed when it is clearly there!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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