As mesmerized
By the black screens today,
People go on
Engrossed in the things people do,
While a voice calls unto them -
Calls for the Truth.
It is a pity,
the wisest man in Athens
Has to beg for it,
Search rigorously for the interlocutors.
The enemy of the Truth
Is not falsehood
But the glamour of it.
The appearances:
To seem speaking the truth,
To appear to be revolutionary -
The same formula,
The same equation everywhere;
The truth should be quotable,
The quotation has to be beautiful.
The face should make a good wallpaper,
The martyr has to be adorable.
While this lustrous flaunt goes by,
Truth appears
Beneath the largest democracy
As Kashmir,
As the face of Socrates,
Ugly and warted.
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