A thousand more hanging
Told in history books to accept
And science presents me
With factual, factual lies
More of the same in stories told
I see a thousand lies
My eyes, at it, conspiring to tell
In pictures view in optical illusion
And religion holds the holly grail
Of all that is said, in chinese whispers
Two thousand years, of some whispers
I see a thousand lights
Different colours of creed in view
To be against, differences we share
Yet with fingers stretched to the point
Held between the pictures view
Both top and bottom, becomes the same
I see a thousand lies
My eyes plays illusions on view
And others go fanatic on beliefs
But most I see
Most of all, close on view
Is a shape of truth, though be it abstract
Looking close enough
It sits in clear view
Hidden by optical illusion
Cool write!
ReplyDeleteIt is funny how we can look at the same picture and not see the same thing. And history when written by one side can be totally different when written by the other side. As to who is right we may never know but we can only hope that the facts as written are true. Makes one wonder how good an eye witness account actually is. It is a good thing that DNA is not biased.
ReplyDeleteYou write such wonderful poems and when I look at that picture I am not sure why but I think of Mickey Mouse and happiness. I can also see how you see love in the abstract.
Thank you again for sharing such a cool poem with us for this weeks Theme Thursday.
God bless.