Truth

A man came walking into town, his horse tied at a booth

A man of peace, a man of pain, he said his name was Truth

He came in with a lasso and he slapped it's leather reins

His horse kicked out it’s back legs, and it screamed in horrid pain

His father owned this town for years, where no one would revolt

A raging bull, a drunken man, would halt at his insult

Truth came in holding roses that retained a foul stench

And even though the plain was dry, his greasy coat was drenched

He walked into a bar that day, a man hung up his coat

He asked the tender for a drink, to soothe his crusty throat

He gulped that down in seconds, he’d been traveling all day

He came to town to rest on his way to Oldtown Bay

He got up slowly from the bar to visit old town hall

He walked down dusty main street, past its rotten wooden walls

He came up to the hall, when he was greeted by a treat

His old man walked in front of him, whom he was glad to greet

His man said, “Where did you come from, and how long has it been?”

“How long since I had seen you last, you smell like a pig pen!”

Insulted by his ignorance, Truth stared him in the eyes

His father ruled the town, so such a glare was his surprise

Truth said, “How dare you insult me, what do you think to plan?”

“I am your son, but son to none, I am the son of man.”

“You insult my foul stench, but all the hatred in your town”

“Your thieves and wild west revolts will take your city down”

His old man said, “How dare you come insult my town like that”

“We are a town of western men, of leather cowboy hats!”

“You barge on in my town after 40 dragged out years”

“You say my town will die from thieves and drunken men of beer!”

“You walk away, you coward man, you’re never to return!”

“You’ve left me here for 40 years, my trust was never earned!”

Truth walked away from his old town, never looking back

His horse untied, he rode away, a wild train on track

His father crossed his arms in fear, for he was in a bind

He knew that mankind shaped Truth, and Truth would shape mankind.

He worried of his fate and of the fate of his home town

What if a clan of thieves rode in that night after sundown?

He wandered to his home, and swung it’s old door open wide

He settled down for a good night’s rest, and pushed his fears aside.

The next day he awakened in that desert-warmed sun spot,

He woke up to loud screaming as a pistol fired its shot.

He stepped outside his door to see his old town’s destined fate

A clan of thieves had roamed the streets, a clan of death and hate

He should have listened to his son, that day was growing long

But Truth is undeniable, and never will be wrong.

It’s life’s song.

© Copyright Mason DiRenzo, 2022