THE TRUTH IN THE LIE

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THE TRUTH IN THE LIE

What begot the demon of change?
that dost cause man to molt?
and shed skin as time does pass
Why do we say today "i love"
and on tomorrow's day say "i hate"
how does it go to become in time
that two fall into each other
with love so fiery, gods fall to envy
to share the passing wisp of a kiss
as it does spark between full lips
share the warm embrace between
two whose souls will not see parting
to know the meaning of a clock's tick
For in that instance does love share
and send words from blinks of the eye
Alas, the sun sets and yet does rise
with a new day and new hearts
what was becomes no more
lovers cry, and yell fire and bile
those who loved now turn to hate
with torn hair and shattered pottery
oiling scars of a victim of loyalty
drinking tears, confessed by long songs
None is fair in love and so is war
All that was, was none but lies
Lies of hope and lies of love
but in the lies reside an aged truth
We are not men; we are beasts
beasts called men......or women
    --Henry Akuete


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