Garments of Disguise

Truth will not cloak itself in compromise, 

won't don that mismatched garment's faulty fit 

nor succumb to the counterfeit of lies 

Truth wears his garment without wrinkle, without stain. 

 Truth won't tie on the shoes of a hypocrite 

nor cinch up the laces to hide their size, 

won't stuff up the toes for a better fit… 

but buckles his own boots, marching in step

 Truth won't wear the jesters hat and think it's cool, 

deceiving his brother with a smug little laugh, 

while  degrading himself to the state of a fool. 

But honoring others, he lifts his hat 

 Truth will strip off the garments of disguise 

that cloak the master of all lies.