Truth is relative someone said
Repeating it often and enough
That others bought the lies
To make the sale wasn’t that tough.
Humanity bought Pandora’s Box
Temptations no longer contained
Bought it anyway lock, stock and barrel
Lies had no reigns to be restrained.
The lies became sin undeniably
When that someone appeared on the scene
Stitched beautiful fabric round it all
Continuing the play and make-believe.
When the seams were stretched
The tailor reappeared and stitched
Adding more fabric, perfuming the stench
Truth completely stuffed and ditched.
But the stains of sin, the ooze of lies
Could no longer be disguised
A filthy smoldering rancid mass
The seed of truth lost inside.
As seeds do when sunlight warmed
When repetitive tears watered the ground
Seed sprouted and began to grow
The truth set free when finally found.
Truth is truth there is no compromise
Don’t buy the deceit, don’t buy the lies
Pretty stitches and fabric can’t contain
The stench of sin has no alibi.
Truth isn’t relative to the cause
It doesn’t change it doesn’t bend
It stands up even to unfurl a wrong
Truth is the truth my friend.
Speak it well and speak it true
Speak it in love and gentle too
It’s not a weapon to be released
Truth is what we live and do.