Tell The Truth, Like It Is…

These words sound like a cliché, Albeit they are not. Oh! In this day and age only a nut Will fearlessly come out naked To spew out ignorance and to spill the beans. It is okay to be serious human beings, And to tell it like it is and like it was. Brother Gill Noble used to give us a good dose Of this honey, every Sunday, around noon. No kidding, the duck did not have a spoon Full of worms in her mouth yesterday, And the cheetah did not race on the bay. The flamboyant must come out clean. It is a grave injustice, a deadly sin To do otherwise. Be frank and be wise, Be careful of the disguised politicians, Who behave like vaudeville magicians, Painting half-lies and half-vérités On stage. Be alert, this is a new age. The truth will set the brave free one day And the hero will be proud and elated like a winner. In the current environment, a sinner, A black widow appears to be triumphant. After the rant and illiterate applause, The witch will pay back the previous and the current Months' rents. There is time for pause And a time to strive to be honest Like an octogenarian whistle. No need to be an honest pest, No need to hurry and no urgency to hustle, The truth will come out in due time. The culprit will always pay for the crime, That's a divine guarantee. No plea bargain in the middle of the sea, The sun will shine incessantly in the sky, And the moon will be brighter than a fiery golden pie. The justice will be swift, Fair and just. No pardon and no rift. The rooster sings it like it is every morning, Get up and smell the coffee, and the onion ring.