Verity

The whole truth is tucked in tiny holes...

And what mattered little- matters most-

Alas, time is ticking away once again-

And too many times-the Bully boasts;

But we have known better days...

Where hidden truths have been exposed...

Where Angels are really hypocrites...

And are no longer disguised by camouflage clothes;

Even when the taste of truth 'tis bitter...

And time seems to have lost its tick...

We recognize that a tale told by an idiot...

Will invariably make an innocent persons heart sick;

So, we say enough of this woe-

Over and over and over again-

Yet it is still too soon to know-

Where the whole truth has really been;

poem by Theodora Onken
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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