My Truth Stands Naked and Alone
in the deserted swarms of blatant lies
My truth stands naked and alone
in the deserted swarms of blatant lies,
told by those with visions impaired
by the darkness that unfolds in
their hearts and eyes.
My truth stands naked and alone,
firm in its holding of what is right
in the sea of wrongs.
Holding fast,
withstanding external pressures
pushing to surrender and succumb.
My truth stands naked and alone,
proud in its strength to withstand dark forces
attempting to block it from shining in the blackness
of other peoples fabrications and deceit.
©Kiran Kumar 27th September 2021
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Kiran Kumar
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