Con people often wrap truth in packs,

deceiving the eyes that sights it,

or in sacks that makes it stink.

 

They often foul up the truth,

injecting pungent impurities

to make it smell bad.

 

They contort the narratives,

passing false testimonies from mouth to mouth,

so truth can remain buried from generation to generation.

 

They lace truth up with bitter pills,

so those with the guts

cannot force it down their throats.

 

What they seldom do is to change the feel of truth,

to skew instincts, emotions, and cues away;

for truth can be felt from across horizons and within close range.

 

Truth thieves are meant to face the law,

to be barred from societies where they do not belong;

certainly cowards have a space in that boat.

 

 

 

Written from the text prompt of Hour 16.