The Truth

Posted by Brad Osborne on December 17, 2022 · 15 Comments 

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Nobody thought it ever could

But we have been wrong before

Like the forest full of trees

It has become so very obscure

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When it is bent by all we hear

The repeated lies and fallacies

Where is the truth we hold dear

When ours seem to never agree

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We find our tribe and listen well

To the words that feed our own

And there under rhetoric spell

Truth becomes the lesser known

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We build our own realities

Hand pick what we believe

Surround ourselves in sycophants

Unwilling the truth to see

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So, there it died a mournful death

Where nothing requires proof

And we have laid to final rest

That thing we called the truth

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