The humans

You humans love all things fantastical
You do claim to uphold the truth
Yet you also very much love your lies
in contradiction to the resolute

You love to read strange fiction
knowing they are but fabricated tales
You even cry over some stories
while others leave you quite regaled

You spend money liberally on movies
vicariously living through your eyes
For few moments you appear entertained
and reality ignored, even despised

Humans are so hard to read
you smile, but lurks malice behind
duality in every single  speech
keepers of secrets, this human mind

The End

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