Blatant lies travel in the garbs of truth
In the dismantling of an empire of truth,
This empire so forlorn and desolate,
On the pretext of its fall, does this falsity stand
Rage, pure, unadulterated fury,
Helplessness, moaning in anguish
In the mission to eradicate falsehood,
I see my close, loved ones
Fallen prey to the faith of the falsehood
What can I do?
How can I tell them?
How can I seem less condescending?
How can I shed the appearance of belittlement?
It aches me that I hurt them,
But a part of me feels that it's my duty
How can I fulfill this duty of mine,
Without sowing seeds of anger each time?
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A budding writer's collection
PoetryJust a bunch of poems written as and when I feel to write them
