A poem - All Mankind

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All Mankind

All mankind to the lie subscribes

Which once told contains

That prolix mendacity,

That slimy unattractive altar

At which Faith, Fidelity

And Trust does lie,

Saving marriages by disallowing

Trust, Faith and Fidelity let to fly.

However in some the temptation

Is too great to deny,

They see beauty in another, and in

The ensuing hue and cry

Lust, which will always outweigh Love

In any Philosophical debate

Then sinks to a debase love-hate

Oft times this then becomes ruinous and irate.

A sexual attraction to which, they,

The protagonists

Forswear to which they cannot relate

Both will then deny the hurt

Foisted and Inflicted on partner or lover

They, the guilty, remain sedate

Luxuriant in their lustful gratification

For in Truth, honesty is resistant to the lie.

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