If I were dishonest, poured water for your thirst,
From gilded cup, and well, where dishonesty does dwell,
Might not it taste, disguised in honesty dispersed,
Instead it came from hell,
Many tankards of this rare brew, of morning mist and dew,
Dispersed by minions, of the fiefs of night,
From poisoned well that water drew,
Steal from you, your truth and light,
Trusting freely from the heart, that fetid drink disguised,
Unwearied thirsty souls drink freely of that pond,
By parched and searching souls despised,
Those that truth do seek, in wisdom will respond,
Not need my heart and soul to say,
It doesn’t really feel,
I gladly join the fray,
My truth to tell is real,
Not swallowed whole of wretched gnomes,
Be they minister or squire,
By million boxes in their homes,
Know not truth from liar,
Effort inquisition takes, to fathom and to search,
To see, to find, for want to know,
Much thinking work and much research,
You reap what you will sow,
Multi this and multi that, and media galore,
A drunkard brew, for most of you,
They’ll tell you what’s the score,
And tell you that it’s true .
Be wary friends, think for yourself,
And search for Gods own truth,
A tidbit on a dusty shelf,
Gin tonic and vermouth,
When all the folk, flock to the well,
Proclaim it holy writ,
That path leads straight to hell,
Then quickly run the other way, and hope that you are fit.
©Jasmin Horst E.P. Seiler
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In a word - brilliant!!
Best Always,
Lance
Somebody should had punched that jerk on his kisser!
Georg
A very wise decision, especially these days; and much research is the key.
hugs,
Gina