The Truth

I wish we could all

Speak about the truth sometimes,

In an undiplomatic manner,

In an unappeasing manner,

One which does not seem fancy,

And sickly sweetened by lies,

Dipped in them. Hear out its words

In the most raw form, the crude way,

An unrefined version of it,

Not altered anywhere, unpolluted everywhere,

Without contaminants of falsehoods.

Resort to its principles,

In the most dedicated manner,

Citing aside any of the duplicitous

Mannerisms, the scrupulous manipulations, 

As per our convenience.

I wish we could simply, hear out the truth,

For once, just the way it is,

Feel it, the way it really exists,

Take its bitter gulp, just once.