There's doubtless beauty in plain truth,
gold spun above the stars own roof,
serving thus, make false words uncouth
embroiders a web of conceit by guile aloof;
Truth bows not down to manipulated lies,
't'is but pen scribed by timeless poetic laws,
the stoic heart, straight of limb applies,
antique written, unblemished, without flaws,
yet by pomposity, oft called naive simplicity,
truth, dignifies love for man's common good,
nurturing, fond realms of true brotherhood,
illustrates well, virtues jewel woven integrity,

Truth's own truth, sacred, undeniable,
free life's shackles by love unimpeachable.