(An Eulogy for Truth)
I once knew someone whose knees
defied the call of gravity.
People shook his feet that stood proud,
and soon it kissed the barren ground.
He's now sleeping six feet below;
long-forgotten award was bestowed.
Another one lived as he ceased to exist.
Not even a history, never in stories.
Neither the ground nor the world's a stage
to perform the tricks up the sleeves.
But a closet that secretly spits secrets;
the keys to unleash remain as a quest.
Like a reflection in a shiny mirror,
those lies they mouth are bound to bounce horror.
Those secrets they keep untold--
for words can lead, for words can rule.
Heed that voice, the sweet yet savage words;
man is good in lies, quotes and sugarcoats.
For the closet and for your freedom,
seek that old friend they once did abhor.
BINABASA MO ANG
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RandomCrammed Writing Contest Entries of amoysingetchronicles. Mga lahok na itinipa dalawang oras bago ang deadline. . . . AN: Ang mga akdang nasa koleksyong ito ay pawang walang kuwenta at hindi na dapat binabasa. Not Edited. Read at your own risk.
