“Where's the truth, then?”
coughed a scabrous beggar,
eyeing me from a Portuguese pavement,
“where is it, you faker, where?”
“Really want to know?”
I smiled back: “Try this:
“Truth lies, really lies,
through its teeth
lies like a clumsy dentist
who never hurt anyone,
pretending cleansing truth
lying underneath the pain.
“Never be convinced
by politicians' obfuscations,
(pssst – they're in it for their egos)
and don't forget the power junkies:
the priests, the judges, the shock jocks,
all the rest.
Quiet !! Listen:
The truth is -----------
------- silence --------
as the wheels stop spinning,
and the car door won't budge,
and you can't see the road
through the broken bushes,
and you can hear the sirens
getting louder in the distance.
Now is the time to exist, really exist.
Or when a friend dies – dies
and is gone.
Don't say you're right when you're wrong,
and remember that lies are weapons -
of mass deception -
that might kill you one day
(and don't think people fools (they're not) ).
So please, please, remember this:
ideas stride this planet like vengeful emperors
or amoral fishers, crouching
around a flame-spitting devil's fire pit.
Sit at their feet if you dare,
and feel the flames around your own;
Surely you understand
that the most threatening thunderstorm
is as nothing to the power you have
of your own.