Mendacity

Mendacity

 

It lays hidden deep

In the cold, dark keep

Of those who bury the truth

A god-awful mistake

For they’ve seal their fate

By covering what has taken root

With fistfuls of sod

They blaspheme their god

As truth rears its pitiful head

Then they trample its face

To hide their disgrace

Until the truth lies dead

 

©Kay Salady

 

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on May 31, 2013, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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