A lie's truth

Our saviour subject to his parents at Nazareth by John Rogers Herbert - Victorian Web

Why do I have to lie?

Why not?

Will they believe your truth?

They won't, they can't 

But I wish they could

What a waste of wish,

on a thought that is childish?

They played an immense role,

at-least till you were eighteen.

But in your life, like in the movies,

their short appearance is over,

and now, you lead it till the 'the end.'

But they are my DNAs,

Well, so is our African mother.

and have been with me

in all the chilly Januarys 

and the sunny Mays.

Hey, now you are mixing the two!

The facts of life and the vulnerable you.

How can I let them go?

Who said you have to?

You did!

Really, did I?

My apologies, then.

And we should start again.

When you were a child

You were innocent and wild

So much to learn, so much to find

The truth of your life which is unique like your DNA

You are theirs, the mixture of two,

and so many others that you will never know

They fed you bread, butter and some unsaid rules

And they sent you to a Christian school

But were they successful in making you a Christian?

No, certainly not

In fact, my Christian schooling,

I completely forgot

Well, there you go

You have learnt to criticise your makers

So lets light it up
And cloud the line between the truth and the lie...