Colin F. Jones
WHAT IS TRUE?
We are told so much and thus we believe;
Tis always someone else’s point of view.
Be it a soldier with rank upon his sleeve
Or a tutor who has nothing else to do.
All have a purpose – a motive to explore,
All sit above you on a higher chair.
Some hide their defects behind a moral door;
Others unto themselves just do not care.
What is true? And if you make it known
You’ll wear the mark of ‘tyrant’ on your brow.
For none can reveal the shadow of the throne
Nor gather milk from the sacred cow.
And none will listen – for their painted ears
Are painted with a colour hearing fears.
©Copyright June 10, 2001 by Colin F. Jones