Veritas Vanished

by Bob McNeil / November 13th, 2016

Aphorists say that

The truth is old—
Bristlecone-pine-tree-old,

And the truth is cold—
Cadaver-in-the-arctic-cold.

Granted, the truth is a lot of things,
But it’s the thing
That’s not being told.

I believe
The truth is a stranger
That’s about as foreign as an extraterrestrial.
It will never land on the lips of politicians.

That’s the truth.

Tenaciously, Bob McNeil tries to compose poetic stun guns and Tasers, weapons for the downtrodden in their effort to trounce oppression. His verses want to be fortresses against despotic politics. Read other articles by Bob.

This article was posted on Sunday, November 13th, 2016 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.