The excuses, the manipulation.
Backstabbing, the fake explanation.
Our society has found a manner of surviving,
A manner of maintaining a certain livelihood.
It’s a certain world where honesty was targeted,
Assassinated, slain, dispatched.
It’s as if the truth was written off
Like an ancient piece of artwork crushed into pieces
And swiftly disposed of.
The truth was once the major icon
That people admired,
The truth gave people relief,
The relief of living another day,
It gave those people a choice
A choice to become noble and trustworthy.
Unstoppable, heartless, wicked,
Immoral King called dishonesty emerged.
He started off as a miniature seed
Of which its knowledge was unknown.
It was concealed not far from the human eye.
However, nobody dared to neither touch
Nor attempt to plant it.
Until an evil master deceived man
Deceived him into using the seed,
Using this very cursed and destructive seed
For world domination.
During the time of its development
The roots started to assemble.
The first leaves were then created.
The leaves of deceit.
Creating false beliefs, false knowledge
Causing people to generate false judgements
Upon things, upon people.
As the little plant developed,
The leaves of fraud began to sprout.
Cheating, trickery, forgery and pretence
In order to gain something
And to discredit others.
You’d think by now the plant was finished…
Ha! Look, the branches have extended.
You can visualise the tiny things.
They may look like gigantic seeds,
But they are just the growth,
The growth of the fruits.
These are the most crucial
Most unstoppable fruits in the world.
Most people will not notice them
For these are hidden from the public eye,
Although it is perfectly noticeable to few.
These are the fruits of corruption.
Those guilty of possessing these deny them,
They convince people that they do not use them.
But…………those who have eyes and a brain,
Will see that the people we most admire,
Are the most corrupt.
Their immoral deeds, their selfish ways,
They manner in which they live their lives.
Most of them wouldn’t be as affluent
Had these fruits not been their aid,
Their assistance in retrieving the greatest desires.
Here it is the tree of falsehood.
The tree of dishonesty, false truth,
Manipulation, fake deeds and trickery.
The main tragedy of this dilemma,
We are all keeping this horrendous tree.
If we wanted its destruction to occur,
We would have hindered its growth many centuries ago.
We would have kept the tree of purity.
The tree of purity, morality, honesty, nobility.
We should have
We could have
But we did not.
This is our world.
The world that man created.
The world of wickedness.
The world of falsehood.
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Poezie"The truth is better scripted than hidden!" This is a collection of poems that I wrote in my youth inspired by the many emotions and phenomenon entrenched in my thoughts. My vision is to inspire, enlighten and empower.
