The Voice of Truth
He was a prophet
she was a spy
he knew all things
she lived a lie
they found a plot
they pitched a tent:
“Tomorrow and the truth for rent.”
the people came
their futures told
all secrets shared
beware, behold!
the coming days
the hidden things
your joys and hopes
your sufferings
but prophets live to tell the truth
and spies will die to hide it
with tick of time
despite the rhyme
their tongue became divided
he prayed to God
she phoned the state
“forgive-forget”
“manipulate!”
the spotlight fell
so clear to see
their future’s fading harmony
because he was still
a prophet
because she was still
a spy
and the heart of truth
should share a voice
or its living is
a lie.