truth's lament
person 1
“You’re truthful”,
chorus
(said the word’s intent.
Truly sounding like a sad lament.)
person 2
“Why o why so sad said I,
When it should sound a lullaby?”
person 1
“Because the world doth tear and rent
And pour and pour without relent.
And come to go and cry and cry
With oaths hurled high as the sky.”
person 2
“But kindness’s balms sing as palms
In desert sands in no man’s land
That endure for sure for sure
And would inure with soothing cure.”
god
“So it can, so it can”,
chorus
(Said the speaker who had said, “I am”),
person 1
“But the sifter’s holes need be fine
To separate to find the kind.”
“And you’ll be old and bowed and bent
And weighed by crafty argument
And fooled and ruled by that intent
Fore the desert sands doth relent
And yield lament to content.
person 2
“You blow and blow as dark clouds
And speak avowed as a shroud
But I bid ado to adieu
And truly say without rue
I don’t nor believe you .
No, I don’t nor believe you.”