THE LIAR'S PULPIT

By Trip the Poet

A liar’s powerless without an accepting ear.

Verity once ushered equivocators to the margins.

So how did lies, stories, and the ridiculous become confirmed? 

When the truth becomes negotiable, 

the deceiver’s handed the power.

Answers sought by the heart, not the head, are preyed upon by the perjurer.

Leaving truth blinded by the desire to be right.

Who gave the combination that unlocks the door of enlightenment to the falsifier?

Don’t we know liars are impotent without access to the truth?

Who is tasked with holding the keys?

Through the rearview mirror, 

I’m incredulous that we’ve outsourced truth’s safety.

I’m left to ask, what is the way back to righteousness?

The prescription calls for us to stop being toadies,

and start embracing rectitude.

Will we be willing to accept the medicine to return to a much better place?

Can we embrace the truth and accept the pain of its thorns?

I have my doubts.

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