The little lies we tell the world,
To mask our vulnerability,
In many layered facades,
Making them almost non-existent,
The little lies we tell the world,
To doctor the perceptions,
To curry favors,
In the unfolding drama,
On theater of the world stage,
The lies about the might of our strength,
The lies to excuse our falls,
The economized truth about our moral rectitude,
The lies about what is right,
So that wrong might have a place in the sun,
The deception in motives,
Caught in stereotypical locomotives,
The lies about our prison cells,
The lies about our captivity,
To the whim of sinful desire,
We say one thing and mean another,
Do one thing and claim the other,
The lies about our security,
Built on a fractured foundation of self,
Raised with the brick of rabid desires,
Insatiable desires to please the world,
In return for approval ratings and false validations,
And in the process we bypass the most important of all,
The validation of that one most important one,
The God of the heavens and the earth,
The one who supplies the breath at your nostrils,
The one who keeps the air in your lungs,
The one who holds the muscles of your heart,
The one who pumps the life in your veins,
The one who holds the planetary bodies in their place,
The one who has the world inscribed on the palm of his hand,
The one who has the heavens as a canopy and the earth as a footstool,
The one who has the prerogative to without explanation,
Without consultation order the end,
The little lies we tell ourselves,
That we are self made,
When we did not make one dead cell,
One dead cell of our entire body make up.
Brussels © March 2015 afesehngwaHilary
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