What Makes

What makes a truth, a truth?
is it just, because the apples fall?
or when the fairies collect your tooth?
or is it, the blood stains on the wall?

What makes a lie, a lie?
is it just, the cockoos not at dawns?
or when murderers asks us 'why'?
or is it, the twisted horn of fauns?

What makes a joke, a joke?
Is it, treason under a jester's hat?
or when ones pelted with a rotten yolk?
or is it, when death is what you laugh at?

What makes a god, a god?
is it just, because it made the earth?
or when this prophet's claims are not too odd?
or is it just, some grandeurism or luck at birth?

What makes a man, a man?
it is, virtues presist when all's amiss;
is when he assists in methods he can;
and it is, in truth, in lie or in joke-
he keeps his promise.