I graduate tomorrow, on the day that the British general election may have changed the face of Britain forever. I’m just going to leave this poem here. I wrote this poem in a creative moment in the past few days. Read it, let me know what you think and what you take from it. Maybe you relate it to recent events, maybe you don’t. It’s just a few of my thoughts poured into creativity. Here is Truth: A Poem…

Truth: A Poem

The hard-line philosopher

The biblical scholar

The politician on campaign

The news broadcaster

Truth is projected

Transparent or subjective

The world around us seethes

When truth becomes selective

But what’s truth to one

Is not the real truth to another

To some he’s the enemy

But to others he’s a brother

But truth always takes a fall

When winning becomes all

Then what does truth become

If not the greatest lie of all?