Truth and Dare

The wind blows hard and cool

One can hear , from far,the ocean roar

Beneath the fine coated clothes of rationality

The pebbles keep coming ashore

Far out into the ocean

One can see a boat sail by

Only that it isn’t a boat that one sees

The top mast is held high

Likewise one fails to see

The Truth that goes up and down

At last it’s only the Lie that gets

To wear the Truth’s crown

Often we all are mistaken

All we care is about our Race

And that’s why we are left ignorant

Scratching the Surface