Wednesday, 6 April 2011

The Truth

White lie
Black lie
Stick a needle in my eye,
Cross my heart and hope to die.
A web of lies,
Tangled up in the truth.

We are told to tell the truth,
Seek the truth,
Live up to, uphold and be martyr to the truth,
Do it in the name of the truth.
Truth, wisdom and virtue,
Pinnacles of human achievement.
Truth is a holy grail.

We look outside ourselves to
A higher authority who knows the truth
And judges right from wrong.

What is done in the name of truth,
By those who know they are absolutely right?
Without truth, we are left with...non-judgement,
A virtual chaos of kindness and acceptance.

Truth is Beauty and
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Do we each have our own truth, then?
Can we be all right?
Truth is individual, malleable, changeable and beautiful.
I would rather be kind than true.

c Coreena McBurnie, 2010.

1 comment:

  1. Hmmm. This poem is an interesting perspective on a huge concept that shuns easy description.


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