Truth

We inhale impatience like we need,

And use intolerance as our shield,

We make promises, so to break,

And trust is sold for a lowly paycheck,

What may become of humanity thereof,

if ever truth is given its final send off ?

This poem is submitted to the following challenges-

#A to Z April Challenge 2015 
#Ultimate Blog Challenge April 2015 
#Write Tribe Pro Blogger Challenge April 2015
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Poem © Copyright Salvwi Prasad (POETICbug)