Truth

What is truth, is it black and white

Is honesty in deed the best policy?

Are those with the might always right

Does power corrupt us, absolutely?

For the answers do we look to others

In sundry media, assorted opinions.

But do we look under the covers

Are these leaders or merely minions

Who is it tells us what to say and think?

And can we seek the meaning through?

Or is it into conformity we sink?

And what their saying must be true.

The more we probe for candour

The more we cogitate and verify

Awareness we begin to gander

And no more need to clarify.

When told that it is for certain

Black is black no white or brown

If we only glimpse behind the curtain

We see that up is really down