Truth

Flattering, dismay, pain, urgency, the truth is always in the past. Truth is a reflection of opinion and thought carefully woven into the memories of victors and victims. “She said” and “we feel” are the curtains to closed minds, drawn shut to observation. Fumes of perspective ignite tempers throughout the timelines of the scared or unjust. Shares are the rivers of protection flowing into rejection where heroes become villains. Politicians peel open wounds draining the energy of the peoples’ minds, leaving them tired and unable to fight, spilling chaos backed by greed, flowing into the drains and sewers of powerless thoughts. Doubt and fear become the truth for the perceivably wicked, spreading the social virus of hate. Hate shackles discernment, clouding the vision of the taxed. Where unity provides change, the chains of hate prolong poverty, poor health, and discord. Poverty’s truth is a disease invented by man, easily cured by education. Truth holds beauties sentiment, on the eyelids of the beholder…

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