A Poem about Lies, Liars, and Truth
The Problem Is, It Isn’t True
By Jane Tawel
October 13, 2020
Remember when it was we two,
And we believed we could imbue,
A moral, high-road point of view,
in others and in me and you?
And when someone, a child or friend,
Would through a maze of untruths wend,
I used to say this thing to you:
“The problem is, it isn’t true”.
And we would laugh or roll our eyes,
And then to child or friend, advise
Them not the truth to compromise,
By telling tales or telling lies.
Those days are gone and Time has passed,
And I thought we’d all changed at last,
But daily now I am aghast,
How easily Truth is miscast.
And I have found myself in mourning,
At all the lies that round are swarming,
And so, I offer up this warning:
By all means keep your point of view,
But when you think that lies serve you?
Or that from guile, good can accrue?
The problem is, it isn’t true.
Yes, lately I have déjà vu,
And my world-view has gone askew,
‘Cuz’ people that I thought I knew,
Support the liars through and through.
I fear they take the overview,
That in the long run lies accrue
The good they think to them is due.
The problem is? That’s never true.
For lies and liars create strife
That have a lasting afterlife.
And nothing can make crooked, true
Unless all of us – me and you–
With humbleness and fortitude,
Change up complacent attitudes.
Reject the falsehood of rapacity,
And speak against evil mendacity.
We can not remain dumb and docile,
Nor shun the true Tao of the Gospel.
In Truth plus Love we find capacity,
To have both Goodness and Veracity.
We all are tempted to deceive,
And often tall-tales we will weave,
In our attempt to change or woo,
a “someone” that we’re hankering to,
Convince to our skewed point of view.
And I say, “skewed” because my eyes,
Are often blinded to the lies
That I can tell the whole day long,
To keep from saying that I’m wrong.
I like to think I’ve got the facts,
and those who disagree are lax
in proving things that I don’t take to;
And so, I swear ‘til I am blue,
That I am always right; Not you!
The problem is? That isn’t true.
It is so easy to convince,
Myself that it’s okay to mince,
The accuracy of my quarrel.
The problem is? It isn’t moral!
We love to praise our own virtue,
Even when wrong, I’ll vanquish you.
And if we tell a lie or two?
So what? Aren’t we entitled to
Our own self-serving point of view?
My lies don’t hurt or effect you!
The problem is? That isn’t true.
For lies and lying hurt us all,
Which has been obvious since The Fall.
Today lies are in full free-fall,
We really must get on the ball,
To right the wrongs and testify
That Truth must live and lies must die.
To think we can crush someone’s dream,
To merely win for our own team;
Or that to save sculpture or fetus,
We’ll worship guys who lie and cheat us.
If we keep serving fame and gold,
We’ll find the center can not hold.
For whom we serve, we soon become.
For good or evil, we’ll succumb
To what we’ve hitched our wagon to;
We’ll be the lie, if we shun truth.
It’s time that we were all more honest.
Let’s not put up with all this nonsense,
Of fudging on the whole of content
or taking words out of their context.
We take one part and misconstrue.
The problem is, it isn’t true.
Our airwaves flow with fierce locution,
That fills weak minds with hate’s pollution,
And falsifies truth’s attribution,
With shallow lies as substitution.
We all must ask for absolution,
For making lies our contribution.
To fix our problems and confusion,
There are more ethical solutions.
Let’s all enhance our elocution
And stop this wreck of devolution.
By Holy Writ or Constitution —
Let TRUTH lead us in REVOLUTION!
So, as I look around me now
I’m truly shocked that we allow,
The people who are charged to lead,
Lie only to protect their greed.
We honor lies and even flatter
The liars and their fibbing patter;
As if the truth no longer mattered.
And when I’m super skeptical,
Is when they claim they’re ethical.
We all know Truth is black and white,
Hence, lying just is never right.
No matter when, what, where or who,
We all should have to tell the Truth.
When lies and liars are our leaders,
We’ve elevated bottom feeders
And said that somehow we forgive them,
Because we hope our cause outlives them.
But thinking this is so perverse,
That all throughout the universe,
There’s not a god or creed agreeing,
That can to falsehoods grant well-being.
So, all those prayers and thoughts we do
To Gods who see us through and through?
Those prayers are like cud that sheep chew.
God promises that He will spew
From out His mouth, all that’s untrue.
For in Love’s Eyes, it’s not our gains
That will forever long remain,
And hands that sleight,
Won’t see The Light;
For One Day, Love will make Truth, Right.
God is not mocked by lies and liars;
He expects us to go higher
Than thinking we can get away
By choosing evil for today,
In some vague hope, Good will ensue,
Despite the fact, it isn’t true.
It really is, in fact, medieval,
To think Good ever comes from evil.
Our lies make us much more primeval
And there’s no way for a retrieval,
Of goodness, once we are deceitful.
There has to be world-wide upheaval.
To make the playing fields more equal.
From palace steps to rich cathedrals,
Let Truth ring out from house to steeple!
We tell ourselves our cause is just,
And so lies do not matter much;
If later greater good is served,
Then all will get what they deserve;
And then we’ll bid the lies, “Adieu.”
The problem is? That won’t be true.
(Lies feel so good when I crush you.)
For lies are catching, like disease.
When we have learned to, with great ease,
Accept the bullies who deceive;
We’ll never rise above the sleaze.
When we start down that slippery slope,
To gain back truth, we’ve not a hope.
We claim the fall out, we’ll undue.
The problem is, that won’t come true.
It’s not so easy to make right,
The wrongs we do for gain and might.
Once lies escape Pandora’s Box,
One never can turn back the clocks.
Once lying has become addiction,
It’s hard to tell what’s fact or fiction.
We think we will, but we can’t do it.
The line’s perverted; we can’t true it.
Let’s start today and take it slow.
Admit there’s things we do not know.
But if we don’t, we have to try
To keep from justifying lies.
If you help me, and I help you,
Together we’ll accept the truth.
And that means we won’t know a lot,
But still we can do what we ought.
If we say “Can”, instead of “Cannot”,
We’ll save our neighbors and the Planet.
Wholeness is plausibility,
But not by prideful falsity.
The problem isn’t clarity;
It’s just our fear of verity.
By letting liars have their say,
We’ve lost our souls and lost The Way.
We must stand up and must refuse,
To let the lies become our views.
It’s up to me and up to you,
and in our own hearts to undo,
this tendency to twist and skew
what simply isn’t really true.
I know it feels good, through and through,
To have our team fill up the pews,
And to believe that we’ll accrue,
Rewards no matter what we do.
The problem is?
It isn’t true.
We have to call out all the whoppers,
‘Bout how the rich are treating paupers.
We have to quit our foolish praising,
Of those adept at coarse evading.
We should be shocked at the audacity,
Of perilous and rank mendacity.
What has gone wrong in church and nation,
To cause wide-spread prevarication?
The Truth be told, a lie’s a lie.
No wiggle room to comprise.
Each one of us tends to pursue,
Just what we want to think and do.
We tell ourselves that we’ll get through,
And THEN we’ll find new points of view,
And uphold good for me and you.
But we forget the why or how to;
And just like Pilate asked The Good Jew:
“Why not let people crucify you?
Our problem is?
So? What is Truth?”
Tomorrow never comes unless
Today we choose to do our best;
For yesterday is plenty proof,
That lies will never become Truth.
The Path is narrow, and The Way,
Is only clear for just this Day.
Choose Goodness, Love, Humility.
Choose Kindness and Veracity.
And if we tackle this World’s sorrows,
Together we can make tomorrow,
A Time that’s better through and through.
What once was crooked, will be trued.
I hope today when I’m enticed,
To make my lies seem like they’re nice,
Or when I try to win or score,
I’ll stop to realize that there’s more,
To being all I’m meant to be;
And I will pause and take a knee.
Not worshipping a flag or book,
But truly taking a hard look
At what is meant to be my role,
In seeking wholeness for my soul.
And that means doing the hard labor,
Of scorning lies, and loving neighbor.
And on my knees, I’ll look inside
And realize that I can not hide,
From Truth and Love and Light and You
And that whenever I try to,
I pray that Love will win and woo,
With Words that lovingly undo,
The falsehoods in my own worldview.
Today I draw lines in the sand,
For with True Truth, my soul must stand.
Let’s fight the fight, Friend; me and you?
And Right will Win,
For Love is True.
Let’s all to others, grace bestow.
Accept there’s much we do not know.
In Truth and Love we all should grow.
The low made high, the high brought low.
And to a Heaven on Earth we’ll go.
The answer is?
May it be so.
© Jane Tawel 2020