Lie Poem by Timothy Faboade

On many a watery tongue
From here through to there
It's an arousing, rhythmic song
Many ears see it as being fair.

It soothes many a weak heart
And like morning dew on flower
Pleases the poor, childish heart.
It rises in the ears like the Tower.

Ah! It lasts for an endless Age
Runs faster than a furious man
A handful sees it as a Mirage
As Truth bemoans of lacking a fan.

I have seen both Truth and Lie
And know where the two lie.