Noël

A lie is black, the truth is white. 
A lie is wrong, the truth is right. 
Then why frown at a lie for justice?
Why sneer at a truthful prejudice?

The truth scars, a lie wounds. 
The truth avoids, a lie intrudes.

Would you rather, in this life,
Live in peace or rather strife. 
Strife made by truth, peace made by lies. 
Living as you listen to the echoes of cries.

Would you rather, in this life, 
Die with a smile or laugh with a knife,
Though how can you tell, that the weapon was held by a lie,
With what can you tell, that the truth would always comply.

So we continue to live, never doubting the truth that holds a gun,
As we ignore the lie, that hurts none.