A lie can only grow in fertile ground,
A place where it is tended and well fed.
Where hot resentful rays shine on its leaves
And someone takes the time to dig a bed.
If someone chooses to believe the worst
There’s nothing that can stop it taking hold
Where envy, greed or hatred flower first,
A lie will soon be welcomed to the fold.
Yet where assessment, calm and unperturbed
Falls on the lies as they come into sight,
Their growth is likely to be so disturbed
That they can only lose in nature’s fight.
A lie will only thrive where thoughts are low.
Don’t nurture bold untruths, don’t let them grow.