Theory and practice are miles apart, it breaks my heart.
A friend said they have nothing to do with each other, ask your mother.
Take democracy, Christianity and law.
Ask your paw.
Or communism, why leave that out.
A reign of terror, no doubt.
They want you to judge in theory, I judge in practice, that’s me.
I believe what I see.
I believe what you do, not what you say.
Liars rule the world, do they go to Hell? They make Hell here.
No wonder we drink beer.
The truth is there, but rare.
Liars hate the truth, they don’t want it told.
I tell it, I am old.
The penalty for truth is death, to tell it is illegal say those who make laws, politicians, terrorists and the rest.
Feathering their nest.
They love power, being in control.
Don’t sell your soul.
If you can’t beat them join them, people say.
I say never, no, go away.
Is it possible to live in the world and not live a lie?
Some do, don’t ask why.
They have self respect and respect from others too.
Is that you?
Why do people hate politicians, lawyers and a journalist?
They lie and twist.
Not everyone, not quite, just nearly all.
The truth is rare, most don’t speak it at all.
Some join with good intentions, with which the road to Hell is paved.
Temporarily their soul is saved.
Then they sell out, most do.
As I said before, is this you?
That’s why things are as they are in this infernal game.
To our eternal shame.
They excuse murder, death and war.
Is that what words are for?
I mention one word, true.
It means a lot to me.
Liars care how things look, not how they are.
They are good liars, that’s all they are.
They are good at covering their tracks and stabbing people in their backs.
Some admire them, I do not.
Nor do I say they should be shot.
Some day I may name names, why not?
Until then this is all you’ve got.
I wish I could say all this in a few words but I cannot.
The truth is treated as rot.
27th January, 2019