And, handed down through generations <br />a legend told to girls and boys, <br />to men in learned occupations <br />and manufacturers of toys. <br /> <br />Truth, a fine dame went through each city, <br />her aim was just to find a mate, <br />no one came forth, no one took pity, <br />until the day the Moon was late. <br /> <br />May I be bold (a fiery look) <br />and introduce myself to you, <br />the name is Jeddediah Crook <br />my heart is free, how do you do? <br /> <br />Soon the two were seen together <br />hand in hand and hip to hip, <br />never mind inclement weather <br />when they boarded the big ship. <br /> <br />Truth was happy as she rested <br />in the cabin, on her bed, <br />Crook who had so much invested <br />saw his chance and killed her dead. <br /> <br />When it landed disembarking <br />many in their promised land <br />someone heard a man remarking <br />is this blood there, on your hand? <br /> <br />Truth was trusting and she perished <br />by the sword of Master Crook <br />all the things she loved and cherished <br />can be found in any book. <br /> <br />But in life, since Truth expired <br />liars came and reproduced <br />tending to be well attired <br />though their pride was self-induced. <br /> <br />Now the world has lost forever <br />innocence and men of worth <br />and it started when a clever <br />crook was put upon this earth.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich 2<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/truth-killed/
