She spoke without a
trace of regret
With a back upright and strong
Staring straight ahead
Without any contempt or
scorn
Her lips were slightly
upturned
In neither a smirk nor a
smile
Her lips simply fell
upwards
As if all had been
reconciled
“There’s nothing more
you can to do me,
I have truth on my
side.”
“It’s not about the
truth”, they stated.
“That’s the truth that
liars lie.”
“The truth is not a
variable,
It’s not something you
can squeeze and turn.”
“It’s not about the
truth”, they stated.
“That’s how lies are
often born.”
Her voice remained a
river
In neither a swell nor
in a drought
Her voice was clear and
crystal
And spoke without any
doubt
Her mind was cleared of
burden
Like an oxen released
from its yoke
Free to roam and seize
the day
And decipher the fire
from the smoke
“There’s nothing more I
need to hear,
I have learned what is
true.”
“It’s not about the
truth”, they stated.
“That’s what separates
me from you.”
“I wish you well, in all
you try,
I hope truth will set
you free.”
“It’s not about the
truth”, they stated.
“That’s
what separates you from me.”
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