When Karma Speaks

 Truth is known to eyes that see,
It waits in quiet dignity;
Though hidden now by lies and blame,
It burns untouched by fear or shame.

Justice walks a patient way,
It does not rush, yet does not stray;
False words and hearts with dark intent
Build their own walls of punishment.

A day will rise, as days all do,
When mirrors show what once they threw;
And when their echoes turn them weak,
That is the hour when Karma speaks.

Then slowly, through their fall and pain,
They’ll taste the truth they once made vain;
Too late perhaps, but clear and strong
They’ll know at last they were the wrong.

White lies

All are white lies dressed in light,
Smiling faces, hearts not right;
Those who say they stand with you,
Fade away when storms break through.

We call them close, we call them near,
Yet truth is something else we hear;
They act so kind, so pure, so wise,
While shadows move behind their eyes.

Back they whisper, twist, and blame,
Throwing dirt without a name;
Let them drown in words they sell
Their shallow thoughts can go to hell.