Truth

once observed, though set in stone

bears nothing more than what is known

witness to that which shall remain

a silent captive of refrain

left unclaimed from whence was wrought

feigned and framed as though t’was naught

availed victim now put on trial

with guilt transposed of bold denial

the crimson press of waxen seal

behold the toll left unrevealed

responsibility eschewed

the mockery of known truth

Author: Max Meunier

Feminist. Ailurophile. Musician. Poet. Human.

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