Poem by Jabu Zwane.
Bound in chains...crown of thorns, blood dripping down.
Truth hung accused...truth what is Truth?
The world asked and walked away.
If truth carves the path life, what is our life without absolutes. Void of certainty, where is my anchor in the ocean of life?
Floating about in the ocean of opinions, ideas, guidance without direction, questions closed to answers, thoughts blowing with rage from east to west...dare we admit, damnation.
No boundaries, No pillar, No trees, No mountains but a flat earth, raging tornado wreaking havoc...is that carnage of lies now permanently engraved into the ladscape of our minds?
Truth without certainty, certainty without absolutes....No thread...we insist...no shred of evidence, no height no depth ...how wide can we stretch, no one is telling us. We are perplexed, but we dare not confess...each one decide for yourself.
Huh...The only certainty is that truth is not certain, can anything be absolute? Truth...what truth, will we wait to hear the answer this time?
Blue is Green, black is white any colour I choose, I am the judge. Crimson red...is that Life or death, If I tell you death is life, it's my opinion I make my own truth. My truth is my way, riding on the waves of life.
No certainty, no absolutes, truth pierced with nails of subjective justice...guilty...my seered conscience declared! Blood dripping down that wooden...Cross...is Truth dead.
Truth...what is truth, if truth is dead, Who is there to Resurrect Him? Day 1, Day 2, Day 3 Arise...can I tell you a story about Truth...Truth? What is Truth you ask...He is alive...and I have to tell you about Him...one moment please.
