Lies and facts.
Whether or not,
Facts are told.
Or lies to tell later.
Makes little to no difference,
By those having their lives to live...
Victimized.
And knowing themselves innocent.
Regardless who has lied,
Done to do it then criticize...
A truth to tell it as it is,
Has left them in tears.
With their credibility to deceive it,
Ruined.
Leaving the ones who have been victimized,
Scandalized.
For the rest of their lives.
Having to prove,
They have cause and reason...
To walk with their heads held high.
With an integrity and dignity.
Kept to keep intact.
Without their lives being scutinized.
As if there is something they hide.
On a daily basis to deny.
No matter the facts.
Or lies on them continued to be told!
Lies revealed,
Told and made known.
Have a way to be given,
A life of their own.
Allowed to condone.
Yet truth to expose it,
Seems quickly dismissed to forget!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem