Truth can be unshrouded.
The Father of
Lies.. has infinite veils.
Caesar needs no sleeves
of violent machine gun shells.
When Caesar tells the truth
joy rings out from bells.
The sun comes out unclad
by cloaking clouds...
Newly birth trailing
l radiant umbilical
cumulus cord.
As dreams sleepsired
are destroyed by first light
so truth is the foe
of the falsehoods of night
NOAM CHOMSKY
To pass through the mines
liarseeded
in the field of truth
sing the truth.. or make a joke of it
or paint portraits with words
or paint without the lilygilding
of criticism
or be as calm as Noam Chomsky