POEM: Truth Buried

Truth is under a rubble pile
covered in junk and debris
marked with (-)'s and (+)'s
chunks of value judgment
that crumbled under the weight of its immensity
or, maybe, because it was made of bankrupt material

many start the dig,
but the love of those (+)'s and (-)'s proves too strong
so they stack and mortar them into solidity
then the truth is no longer buried, but imprisoned

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