If truth be told,
It’s like the wind,
Pure undiluted truth,
Not clothed in leaf or animal skin.
Truth does not depend
On the medium or speaker.
The waters of the Nile
Flow downstream.
Truth is like the bird
That flies and does not crawl.
It remains as truth,
Even if unspoken.
Naked truth remains,
Never can be changed.
Even if cloaked in selfishness,
Truth is truth.
The road may twist and turn,
The valley deep or mountain steep,
The colour of the wind we may not see,
Yet truth is like the wind.
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