Graveyard of truth

By Atok Dan Baguoot

In a graveyard of truth
I dare not to tell it
It is trampled upon by the powers of the world
It is slain
It is killed and buried in its graveyard
It is the graveyard of truth

Reign in the kingdom of lies,
is reign in the kingdom of falsehood
It is where truth is a fiction
It is where truth remains a fallacy of poor
The powerful and the rich buy it
The poor rears it
The sycophant adores it
And the innocent are the subjects
It is the graveyard of truth

In the funeral of truth, liars become the heroes and heroines of the day
The truth in its graveyard becomes a valiant
Even in the court of law, the truth could still suffer the blames
For none tends to liaise with weak

Truth from a weak mouth tends to become a subject of a muscular
The graveyard of truth becomes a scene of genocide
Scene of lie becomes shrine of martyrs murdered in the battle of lies
It is concocted by few but enjoys the support of many blinds
A lie becomes the truth of strength, truth becomes the lie of the weak
It is a truth in the graveyard

In the graveyard of truth,
even a tongue of a liar becomes a piece of a gospel
Even a liar becomes a spokesperson for the truth
After the truth is being trampled upon by the powerful
It is the reign of a lie
It is the kingdom of none other than a lie but a lie sugarcoated
It is the kingdom where witchdoctors do the preaching of four gospels
Less live the kingdom of lie
Long live the graveyard of truth