# Why Lie

Эмиль Шарафутдинов

Why lie


We love to spread lies

On purpose or at leisure,

It gives us secret pleasure

To see in others" eyes

The triumph of surprise

Or reverence, or fear,

Or a pathetic tear.

To make men raise the brows -

One of the greatest powers!

As any drug the same is lie:

It makes a low man feel high;

The same addiction it implies,

The same inseparable ties

Have people hanging on a string.

And see, how the puppets spring!


Consumed with a false conception,

Suppressing all aversion

The fooled are never to confess

Their foolishness aloud,

Not even to themselves,

Because they are too proud.

Ignoring any guess or doubt

They shall continue none the less

To cover up the fraud

And beg to be beguiled still more

Until they come to death"s door.