SHORT POEM ABOUT TRUTH…

The truth is, I don’t want to know the problem.
I want to know what takes away the pain.
I want to know the least that is required of me.
I want to know the most that I can gain.

I think that I’m an advocate for truth.
But in my truthful moments I can see.
When I find the truth I don’t accept it.
I trade it in for silver and reject it.

The truth is freeing — more than any lies!
But the truth is, that’s not what I’m looking for.
Because the truth is all that threatens my disguise.
And the sad truth is that nothing scares me more.

I think that I’m an advocate for truth.
But in my truthful moments I can see.
When I hear the truth I don’t obey it.
I hear the rooster crow and I betray it.

The truth is that my world is very small.
The truth is most offensive to my pride.
The truth would flip my tables in the temple.
And tell me not to sell my goods inside.

Well aren’t we all such advocates for truth now?
But in our truthful moments can we see?
That when we find the truth we just deny it.
We take it on a hill and crucify it.

– C J Kruse