How is truth truth That is Capital T truth while at the same time the particular truth you carry in your heart Truth like a lamp whose wick you keep trimmed in order for it not to go out truth & It seems only you know your truth to be true despite what others believe to the contrary & They believe they have truth wrapped around their little finger Ring with a special initial to flash in the sun In public along with a gun In the face of anyone who'd dare to contest what they call this god- given truth How dare you question their right to uphold Question their right to believe a world where it's easier to look at the fair While the truth of the matter's carried away in trucks & buried in mass graves everywhere