A Socratic Truth

I sit at my computer, waiting for all your lies to pass by
The large lie now on the screen insults my
Intelligence. It is a record of your endless cry
Of hatred, rants and lies that fill the China sky.

I read your lies every day, and I see
Only the hatred you send that must be
Deep within your tortured soul’s marquee
Spewing the words like infected yellow pee.

I often wonder if you ever, ever know
That your soul will end up dashed on hell below
For the hatred ugly in the words that flow
From you moistened lips so sad with woe.

For it is truly sad the hatred you send each day
In the rants against the truth from you so far away
Believing the lies that will make you one day pay
With more than even I care not to say.

You have rationalized the truth you’ve seen in your eyes
And turned your back on logic in favor of the liberal lies
No remorse for the turkey you thought to be the prize
In fact turned out to be the lie that proved to be your demise.

As Socrates has told us and this is nothing new
We are what we daily do
You have lied and this is plainly in view
So why repeat what you know is not true