The lens of falsehood bends the light astray,
A pictured lie, with cunning art devised,
Accuses innocence in bold display,
And stains the soul where truth once calmly thrived.
With shadows warped, the image whispers guilt,
A silent tongue that speaks through crafted frame,
Each pixel forged, a dagger’s cruelest hilt,
To pierce the heart and tarnish honest name.
Oh, heinous sin, to wield such treacherous sight,
To cloak deceit in colors soft and fair,
The mind believes what eyes proclaim as right,
Yet justice weeps beneath the falsehood’s glare.
Let truth unveil the mask that lies impose,
And heal the wounds where false accusal grows.