Truth Coming Out of Her Well

The Lie said to the Truth:

"Let's take a bath together,

the well water is very nice."

The Truth, still suspicious,

tested the water and

found out it really was nice.

So they got naked and bathed.

But suddenly, the Lie

leapt out of the water and fled,

wearing the clothes of the Truth.

The Truth, furious,

climbed out of the well

to get her clothes back.

But the World,

upon seeing the naked Truth,

looked away,

with anger and contempt.

Poor Truth returned to the well and

disappeared forever,

hiding her shame.

Since then,

the Lie runs around the world,

dressed as the Truth, and

society is very happy...

Because the world has no desire

to know the naked Truth.

Jean-Léon Géromew

wrote the above in 1896

Artwork Titled: The Birth.

By: Yusuff Aina Abogunde

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