Wisdom newly learned or tribal, from Koran or Scroll or Bible demarcates a line between what shouldn’t or what should be seen or said or listened to or done. No matter how seemingly fun, some things cannot be integrated. No masterpiece is tolerated if banned by the censor’s tool.
Thus do bigots thrive and rule
spouting truths long since belied—
asserting them as bonafide.
These half-truths to reason’s sorrow may dictate how we live tomorrow—
our whole world screwed up by some fools
who bend the laws to their own rules,
spouting words skewed to their favor,
creating slogans dullards savor.
There is one rule for what the zealots shout.
After you have heard them out,
use your good sense to judge the acts
of those determining the facts.
Use your powers of reason to test
those who rule at our behest.
Toxic little rumors and poisonous little lies circumvent veracity and cloak it in disguise, poisoning perception, holding truth at bay, obscuring what is truth in favor of hearsay.
“Toxic” was one of the last WordPress prompts and although it was less than a year ago that I ran this response, I think it warrants repetition. I fear we’ve all been driven to toxicity by the preponderance of lies told by our leaders as well as on the internet. Even those of us who do not know we lie have fallen victim to this toxicity by reblogging and repeating on Facebook and Twitter facts we have not verified. I’ve been guilty of this as well. I’m trying to be more careful.
To abstract the truth of things from the snarl of separate acts— to sort the approximate into what are proven facts is often impossible. How can we bear the truthfulness of acts which all too often are heartbreaking in their ruthfulness? How can we search for truth in what we cannot bear to ponder? See the blood upon the hands they’ve taken care to launder? Oh world, I do not want to hold thee close enough. To do so is too painful, too exceptionally rough. I cannot take your violence, your heedlessness and gall. I do not see your fairness or your mercy, over all.
If only of our warring thoughts, we could select the fonder and find a happier world out there–waiting over yonder. Many seek this place but we do not know how to find it. The kernel of the truth’s in all, but how are we to grind it? In determining the answer, we all must share a part, and the place where we might find it best is deep within the heart.
It seems reality’s been hacked.
The dice are loaded. Cards are stacked.
Truth is no longer so exact.
Actuality’s been cracked
and reason pilloried and racked. Verisimilitude is yacked and common sense has long been sacked, along with logic, reason, tact. So what’s been rumored, gossiped, quacked is now more true than proven fact!
Though I always tell it if I can,
of the brutal truth, I’m not a fan.
(It’s the brutal part that bothers me,
and not the actual honesty.)
In fact, let’s institute a pact
to exercise the utmost tact.
When telling others just what “is,”
be gentle, be they Sir or Ms;
for though it’s not right to be truthless,
there’s no excuse for being ruthless.
The Prompt: Truth or Dare—Is it possible to be too honest, or is honesty always the best policy?