The lies

 Title: is Lies

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Lying, ink is white on white paper and black on black paper.
You may speak it but not write it?
It is ink placed on a sheet of paper that you will not see.
The liar almost crows as long as a rooster asks for the wind to blow one day.
To climb the tree to gain strength,
And the rain will fall on the false branches,
It will dry up until you see its pillars, and it is the truth.
The liar has no letters, no pictures, no sound proofs.
He built a lie of steel over the decades,
His mind is welded by his weakness, which is compounded by fear of the truth.
A liar is a living being who is misleading, blind,
Walking on black dust,
With slow movements and steps like mice,
The truth is only soft to the senses and conscience.
It has colors that creep deep and invade the walls
Move strong like a horse,
It is always led by the brave.
Except the misleading liar dies as a coward.
Artist
Revelisme Abdellah Akhadi
New York 2024
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