What is the truth if not the truths we make?
What is a lie if not the truths that weren’t?
What is real if not what fate and others take?
What is false if written read and learnt?

Is truth confined to just three senses?
Does reality depend on sight and sound?
Perhaps a truth lies beyond our human fences,
Perhaps a greater meaning yet to be found?

For then is not our highest book mere hearsay?
Our morals and our values all but a sham?
A twisted figure begot by twisted minds betray,
The souls of all those who fail to understand-

That truth and lies are all but transient nothingness
Words used to place value in insubstantial nonsense,
Labels for the brainless and the nameless,
For those lead not by heart or soul but just by conscience!

And what is conscience if not our own corruption?
Nature mutilated and ravaged by men with beards,
Seeking to save our souls from foul destruction,
Hypocrisy which knows not bounds but fears!

Dear friend if truth and truth alone is what you seek,
Look no further, turn not the other cheek,
For we make our own truths day by sodding day,
And everyday we do nothing but seek to cheat!