Veritas Poem by Andy Brookes

truth is, I don't know what truth is anymore,
elusive and slippery it coils from unclean mouths
the truth they say sets you free
but it entangles wraps around and strangles.

truth is, no one knows what truth is anymore, if the truth be told
and is that a lie too I wonder.

truth is a cliché waiting to happen, like its partner trust, a five letter word.
what may true now and holds, is not what it may be in the future as past truth crumbles.

so true to say, truth is elastic and we stretch it everyday, truly.