Truth: Where are thou?

Are you still with us
Or have you moved on
I thought you were a citizen
Just like me and my neighbor?

Oh lie
Were you not the outcast
The foreigner
Dweller of the pigsty
That everyone abhorred?

Now you sit on the thrown
A spectre of smudge
Conjurer of chaos
Crowned by the chieftains of darkness.

How on Earth did you get married to truth
To love and to loathe
In life and in death
No pact to part.

One story, a million versions
We know not what is
Or what was
Or what will be

They raise their glasses in a toast
To deceit
And gulp with glee healthy portions of death
Death to truth.

But they are alive
Floating objects without form.
Offsprings of the liaison
Between a rare form of lie
And common truth.

Ah, a day is coming
Nay, the day is here
Angry clouds shall
Summon them
To a conference
Where their tongues
Will be tied behind their backs
And they shall be made to look
At the sun
Confess their sins
Count the fury of the Sovereign
And be led to the root of the abyss
To dwell amongst their Siblings and Father
Disgraced and expelled from the glory of heaven.

Then, there would be peace
On Earth
And in Heaven
And God
May then be advised
To go for a second seventh day of rest.

©Philemon Doro Adjekuko, 20220.

About author
Publisher and Editor-in-Chief, Newspackng.
Related posts

For jannah, a Saturday

From the dizzy heights of the Swizz AlpsTo the steaming mist of Obudu RanchNature wakes up to bask in the glow of… Share this:


Flung against the spine of a cactus,Pages of their lives,Thorn apart, shredded.But they are good men.On the throne of hay,Zenabel,Daughter of Herodias,… Share this:
Life, Little Things and LaughterPoem

la pluie tôt le matin á Abuja.

And down they cameNuggets of blissDelivered from pregnant cloudsDumped on a clammy land Angels dancing the twistSuddenly stop to tap their feetCausing… Share this:
Power your team with InHype
[mc4wp_form id="17"]

Add some text to explain benefits of subscripton on your services.

Leave a Comment