alexander opicho

Rookie - 469 Points (when dictatorship began / kenya)

Why Lie


Why lie my dear?
It is bad to lie
Coz
If you lie on Monday
You are forced to lie on Tuesday
If you lie on Wednesday
You are forced to lie on Thursday
If you lie on Friday
You are forced to lie on Saturday
If you lie on Sunday you are forced to for a week
If not your lies will be discovered.

Why lie?
If you lie in the right
You are forced to lie in the left
If you lie in the front
You are forced to lie in the hint
If you lie on the top
You are forced to lie on the top
If you lie in the periphery
You are forced to lie in the centre
If not your lies will be discovered.

Why lie?
If you lie to women
You will be forced to lie to men
If you lie to elders
You will be forced to lie to the youths
If you lie to the beggars
You will be forced to lie to the donors
If you lie to the seeing
You will be forced to lie to the blind
If not your lies will be discovered.

Why lie
Lies are social uranium
They have minimum ethics
There is no utility of a lie
A lie is violence
It is a social boomerang
They make the liar a slave
As he must keep on lying
Or else his lies will be discovered.

Submitted: Monday, November 18, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, November 19, 2013

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