ANOTHER SLANT ON TRUTH

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Tis spoken of by people of love and how they care,

Of God and his kindness spreading goodness everywhere,

Yet when I look tis absent; I don't know where it lives,

Except in the mouths of liars and the pockets of the spivs

What I see is fear, fear to speak the truth out loud

And greed so overpowering that it hides folk in a shroud.

I hear folks say, “I'm Praying,” but I see no open door,

For all it is they're saying is “I'll give you nothing more”.

In this world of human beings it is claw and kick and punch,

All grabbing at their groceries lest some one steals their lunch.

It is “Watch out for your neighbor; buy yourself a gun”

Or kick somebody’s teeth out just to have a little fun.

Yet there they are on Sunday singing bullshit to their Lord,

Or on the field of battle hacking bodies with a sword.

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Oh they are all so righteous for what else could they be,

For everything is perfect to their eyes that cannot see.

They are concerned more by a swear word than by a child's screams

In their pathetic little sanctuaries of unrealistic dreams.

They pay more for their garbage cans to tidy up their paves,

Than they give to help a child live that only money saves.

They go to university and write in their many books,

Making money from their journals on how a starving child looks.

To them it's just a story as they prey on people’s woe,

And report distressing stories for the terrorist and foe.

For some humans have no dignity, no loyalty, no pride,

One cares only for his own lost son who for his country died,

But not for the kids he slaughtered doing what was right to do,

Given our permission becau se we went and did it too.

© Colin F Jones 10/28/2004