The Blood in the Eyes

don't come to me
with smooth talkers
and chat conversations.
It's no use...
the truth is not
metaphorical,
the truth floats
on the Ganges, on the Nile
and in the Amazon.
The truth is tin
like the roofs
from Haiti.
the truth is what
the mouth tells us
from Ethiopia.
the truth is
hanging on the
hillsides.
the truth does not shine
like the rings
of the supreme pontiffs
or the oil
of the Ayatollahs,
not even how
the gold teeth
of the Rabbis.
the truth dwells
the skin of the breasts
of mothers who don't
produce milk
for your boys.
Truth is God
of dollar signs
in patients' diarrhea.
the truth is simple
and it's no use...
the truth is not
politically correct!

PAR