You sit on your throne

surrounded by admirers

who hang onto every droplet of

spit from your mouth


of the poison in them

They drink greedily

-as you slowly kill

them with your lies

They die bowing to you

-yet you don’t spare a glance

I stand on the truth

-standing on the truth is the best place to stand

…but it isn’t the easiest

Your followers come from all sides

convinced your lies

are truths

I resist…..

I try to show them ….but they are blind

and unwilling

to learn

of your true nature

Although I may die

at least I can say I died free

© Vivian Zems

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