In cosmic sands, the Camel strides for miles,
A beast adorned with stars upon its hide.
It whispers tales in gilded, velvet smiles,
Yet some obscure where honest truths reside.
Alternative facts – false pearls in disguise –
Seductive, yet they fracture what is real.
They twist the light, like mirrors built on lies,
And dim the fire that truth alone can heal.
For truth, though frail, endures through endless night;
Its gleam outshines pretenses that betray.
No gilded tale can quench its steadfast light;
Deceit’s grand guise will crumble, fade away.
Hold truth aloft, a cosmic lantern bright,
To steer us through illusions toward the right.
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