Between Lie And Truth Poem by Timothy Faboade

LIE:
On this land, in this world,
I remain an important part
Though I manifest in word,
I alter many poor hearts.

TRUTH:
Ah! The alteration brings woes,
You confuse many friends
To self-make many foes
For them in deceit you bend.

LIE:
It's my innumerable, able desire
To rule and turn the globe
And for myself build an Empire
When I possess the deep lobe.

TRUTH:
How do you plan to do this?
To use hook, line and bait
And make them your Date?
What's the Fate of this?

LIE:
Many you never at all know
Though in many mild minds
You claim to sheerly show
The means you can't find.

TRUTH:
But you live an ephemeral life
All the Empire and wealth down
Will lie like leaves without life
And your royalty will be a clown.

LIE:
Man will build me many more
You're such a sour meal
Taken with myriad moral law
Bereft of how the heart feels.

TRUTH:
Yet to me no room for deception
My legacy talking for me
Is quite beyond words and expression
There you let your con be.

LIE:
Oh! Dear brother, what pleases
Man in you and your laws?
You torment them like hot breeze,
But they find pleasure in me more.

TRUTH:
They do that in their own blindness,
Ah! My love they take for hatred,
Change to inhumannes from kindness,
Hence, deceive themselves and kindred.

LIE:
Mine is not to ever lament
Even though I may later lose.
Mine is not ever to repent
For my way the heart will choose.

TRUTH:
Let him have today his choice
Let him shun now my way
Let him be deaf to my voice
Let few take what I say.