Truth's Enemy

I greet you and smile,

Hoping my stay will be prolonged.

Though the sentence of exile,

Remains more welcoming than alarmed.


So I clack my feet,

And watch the neighbours' wave goodbye.

Let me cackle then retreat,

And tip my hat off to your false eyes.


Truth's once lucid shroud,

Now withers from your existence.

Standing ignorant and proud,

As you walk over fibbers' penance.


Even still, the Truth we keep defeating,

Cannot help but be skilled at retreating.

So let us wave and stand beside the Lie,

Illiterate in hearing Truth's outcry.


Merrily along,

I am forced to venture away.

To precede the forthcoming,

Of others' destiny to fall astray.


Though also blinded,

Fib purchases them with his cheque.

Leaving their swayed hearts crooked,

And forever in his wicked debt.


Still dubious thoughts,

Leave breadcrumbs to trail one astray.

And the tempted stroll blinded,

Knowing their gremlin will lead the way.


But their lenses – blurred,

And their hearts tarred with cataracts.

Asphyxiated by words,

Their carbon souls fail to abreact.


So I clack my feet,

And watch the neighbours' wave goodbye.

Let me cackle then retreat,

And tip my hat off to their false eyes.


Truth's once lucid shroud,

Now withers from their existence.

Standing ignorant and proud,

As they walk over fibbers' penance.


Even still, the Truth we keep defeating,

Cannot help but be skilled at retreating.

So let us wave and stand beside the Lie,

Illiterate in hearing Truth's outcry.


Now Truth will walk on,

Just a passenger to us all.

A shadow of what's foregone,

But a reminder of what will befall.