To know truths you have to give truths
and in that august chamber sits the just judge
Falsities owns million tales and thousands sleuths
in chameleon silks, dazzling trinkets embolden in grudge
charmers that seduces and kisses in swoons from old to youths
truths flows un-glamoured in grace an light contently minus fudge
Nowt need for palisades or ornaments or  hosting snarling vulpes
in calmness of it-selves remains edifying in honesty of no smudges
it may win or lose in prevailing winds an the Fineries of  deceits
truths bludgeoned to dust, twirled in romance of falsities sluges
return to honored hosts battered yet with no scratch or budge
resplendent in knowing only the truth begets freedom real