Judge

I can only judge

By

What I’m shown

So please

Show me truth

Or

Be the best at lying!

Do your job well

So

I’ll have

Something to smile about!

Like a pig

Being lead to slaughter

Lead me with

Your best deception

Your finest performance

I do require a skilled liar

A skilled deceiver  

By this point

In my life

Because many

Have come before you

With

Tasty desserts of deceit

Lies of such

Mesmerizing beauty

Any truth at all

Was impossible to see!  

So today

Cut me down fast

With your finest words 

Like the sickle slicing

Grain in the fields

Or

The butcher draining

Blood from the lambs   

So

I’ll never know

What is really before me

Sing your lies and lullabies

Tale me your fairytales

Sale me your pipedreams

Show me your alibis

And

I will look blindly

Smiling at the Trojan horse

Before me

While your army

Of

True intentions

Waits quietly inside!

From my book, When The Cedars Shade Your Grave