Lies and truths
came through the same medium.
Sweet sounds of love
and screams of terror
Music of the joyous, uplifting kind
and the depressing kind.
The creatures of nature in the forest, softly calling
and the honking of the cars amid a bustling, loud city.
Weapons of ranging destructive stature.
But also holding the ability to help,
It only depends
who wields them
and their motives
— pure, true, and sweet
or sour and rotten.
They can sing praises,
and they can point out flaws.
They can exonerate,
They can do so much good in the world,
and also cause of all its problems.
The why game is simple.
State something true.
Then ask why.
Rinse and repeat.
You will soon reach the end of what is explicable.
And be unable to give a rationale
‘because that’s how the world works’.