HALF TRUTHS By: King Bright

                                        

           The baker's bread reveal buried light,

              Whose rays reflect in the hearts of the blind.

          With their hearts they see clearly at night:

              These half-baked truths enshrined in your own mind.

            In haste, guardians dropout their promise

                To shower gifts on the innocent child,

            Yet on their return, shut off the bliss

                And implant lies in the womb of the child.

             Then the Minister woos us to Christ,

                With playbacks of quotes of endless Freedom:

             And into the bountiful arms of Christ,

                We come to hear of joy in different form.

 

             The seeds of half truths indeed germinate,

                 But verbal dysentery, its precious fruit,

             Shall ruin my begotten restless State.

                And like half baked bread, shall our stomach loot!