Friday, 11 September 2020

Truth

Truth is bitter,
Raw and pure,
Until it's mixed,
With lies,
To protect few,
And harm others.

Truth is unanswered question,
Like hidden treasure,
Or mine filled with minerals,
Ready to be unearthed,
But left untouched,
In fear of revealing something dreadful.

Truth is mystery,
Until it is debunked,
By the curious cats,
Within us,
While world watches,
With wide eyes.




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