Truth is a Relative

Truth has become

Needlessly elastic;

Elastic truth

Most likely to break

Rather than suddenly

Violently spring back.

Truth is a relative;

Drunk

Red faced

And holding a weapon.

Black and white

Becoming

Sludgy

Colourless grey.

Unconscious cells

Multiplying

Naturally;

Unnaturally

The one who would incubate

Is playing deity;

Mother love

Optional

Or an outrageous suggestion.

This stream

Of constant lies

Has poisoned the wells

And potential life-givers

Life nurturers

Have imbibed the Kool-aid

Of unreason. 

When we awake

Let grace

Flow abundantly.

Meanwhile;

The instigators

The co-creators

Can’t be seen for dust

As horizons merge.