All these muddled narratives of truth—
“If the narrative corroborates our assumptions,
if it bolsters our worldview,
it’s worthy of trust
in the company of The Legitimatized, The Wronged
to question the “truth,” so carefully crafted,
is an insult! dishonor! social suicide—
this truth I have made excuses my blind hate
to continue in my Holy War!
your truth motivates revenge,
granting you credentials to mete out justice as Judge.
but, you and I, we aren’t that different.
just a couple pimps
prostituting our version of duplicitous “truth”
hoping the news agencies, the history books, the politicians
pay for our services
lining our pockets with green, soaking the earth with red.
our muddled narratives—
our versions of truth—
which deify “I” and “us”
demonize “you” and “them”
granting mere men the power to give life and to take life.
All the while,
Truth stands unchanged—yet
Overlooked and hidden in the mess of vying “truths”—
She patiently remains,
incapable of deception;
she is unalterable, resolute in the truest sense.
Truth cannot lie.
Her unadulterated purity condemns our self-righteous proclamations.
She is no kin of these narratives we have created,
She has no obligation to endorse either of our violent proclamations of history.
And as we continue to sacrifice
our daughters and sons—
life, livelihood, possibility—
to our altars of falsehood
(commanded by our blasphemous gospel of vengeance)
Truth weeps at our insolence—
awaiting our attention.