So many lies
Roll from your tongue
Most so big
They swell your lips
Little white lies
Are not suited to you
Only the biggest
Most obscure
You believe to be true
Undeniably
Mahoosive
Off the scale
You truly do have
Such story's to tell
The harm that you do
Is only to yourself
As you do not convince me
Or anyone else
A natural born liar
Stands the boy before me
Lost is the man
I once did see
Your lies
Keep on growing
To such an extent
That your nose has
Outgrown your beautiful face
The lies you have told
Must now be embraced
Pinocchio sweetheart
You have fallen from grace
I pray that one day
You will become a man
And stop and think
Before you spin your yarns
Such a sweet puppet
Made of pine
May you speak truth
And your conscience guide
If fate is kind
One day you will find
That if truth you speak
You'll be greatly rewarded
With contentment and peace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If fate is kind One day you will find That if truth you speak You'll be greatly rewarded With contentment and peace...a poem that leads every óne to the truth, to accept and to witness to truth alone. tony