For Turth Poem by Bello Hamisu Ida

For truth, be truth,
Whilst never so old,
Any Moment cannot make that fake,
Which formerly is truth?

Truth is hardly writ in ink, it exist in personality.
There is merely truth in each moment.
Truth like milk, appear in dark.
There is no divinity superior to truth.

Truth has only some friends
And those few are suicides.
Truths raise hatred.
My truths do not last long.

But truth is so common, because;
Truth is behind all a moving target.