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by BOB GALLO Jul 10, 2025 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Why do we trust the tyranny of sizes, the glittering fraud of surface and measurement? Why do we weigh the soul by what is seen, as if truth must shine to be believed, as if the eye knows more than the heart? Lies swell like oceans, vast, applauded, forever in motion. But truth he is a drowning man, gasping, unseen, beneath their waves. Why must a man suffocate in a sea of injustice, while injustice floats, buoyant and crowned, on the still waters of his truth? Why do we trust the tyranny of sizes, the glittering fraud of surface and measurement?