The Trial of TRUTH
We’re putting Truth on trial today
To hear what he will say.
Can he hold his ground against
Our fine post-modern way?
Quite likely we will mock him,
Our view of Truth is dim;
An old idea, not relevant,
Outdated, tis but a whim.
He takes the stand, a sober man,
He seems quite confident.
Lets listen to him now. He speaks
The oath with raised right hand.
Then, “ I today will speak my heart,
The all not just a part.
For nothing but the Truth is there,
Where would you that I start?”
His countenance disturbs us,
He looks so stern and just,
Yet compassion seems to dwell in him,
I feel him I could trust!
“Away, away!”, we cried aloud.
“we’ll not this man allow.”
“ He clearly has no word we want.”
“Away, away- go now!”
Truth left the stand and court today,
He did not get to say
The all or even part of that
Which might have saved the day.
And we returned to warring o’er
Our wretched silly things;
And Truth above our heads did soar
On golden silver wings.
