Lies
by
Nathanael Smith

Weightless, floats through air
Has no body, anywhere
Grows faster than grass fire
The words of a gossiping liar

Crushes pure life as empty
Sees real truth as void need
Nips knowledge below the bud
Turns friednship into liquid mud

At last truth will prevail
Until that time, prepare to fail
Cultivate truth as rarest flower
Crush all lies within your power