Once a Lie
met with the Truth
in place,
where there was no value.
It wasn't good or bad,
honor or shame,
There were no words,
that would mean something,
or conscience,
who could judge.
They looked at each other.
with a certain surprise.
- I'm sorry. I'm stronger,
She said the truth.
- I'm sorry. And I'm more effective.
The lie has been answered.
But this time
They're both silent.
None of them.
did not find an argument,
Who could have outweighed
To his side.
Because how to prove the truth
Where no 1 needs her?
And if you call lying a word,
No one's measuring anymore.
A measurement of right and wrong?
So they kept quiet a long time.
Until the lie sighed:
- You know, the truth,
I don't think we are.
His top enemies.
- I'm sorry. Who?
- I'm sorry. We're just words.
It is man who gives us meaning.
The fact looked to the world,
where people
They stopped distinguishing
what's good,
from what's convenient.
And then she realized,
that the most dangerous
It's not a lie.
The most dangerous is the world,
In which fact and lie
They become equal,
Because the value is gone,
According to which they can be judged.
The lie smiled sad.
- I'm sorry. So who lost today?
The fact shook her head.
- I'm sorry. Neither of us.
She looked at an empty road
And she said,
- I'm sorry. They lost you,
Who have forgotten,
That fact makes sense
Only if man
He has the courage to look for her.
