The Truth About The Truth Poem by Morgan Michaels

What for you is true
or isn't
usually depends on how many
surrounding you
choose to believe
your version:
Hence television. Hence Hollywood.
Human truth, alas, is local;
though most agree
gold will always be
a bully basis for a currency:
Truth being wearisomely,
equatible with usage,
practicality,
who has bigger guns,
and what is ego-tonic to believe.
'This is true, because it's always been.'
'God believes it, too.
Daddy served-why not me? '
In spite of any war, though,
In spite of banks and oil magnates,
and big-money creeps
who bamboozle you through idealism,
and stand ready to reap the profits,
without suffering so much as a scratch,
and wonder aloud, within earshot
'You're not chicken, are you?
What kind of a man are you? '
in spite of people who ardently believe the drivel
and preach it, terrified of extinction,
all this has nothing to do with truth,
which is simply mathematical:
two plus two, you can be sure, thank God,
in this universe, at least,
will always equal four.