If you hear lies 

long enough,

long enough,

long enough,

if you hear lies

long enough,

then it can 

seem like truth.

 

If there is denial 

repeated,

repeated,

and repeated,

if there is denial 

repeated,

then guilt is

seems not on trial.

 

O noble truth

that sets the 

captives free,

and honesty that 

washes clean away 

all the dross that

blocks the spirit’s

rise, come now strong

upon this murky place 

and purge us all

of deceit; make us

more than the lowest kind

that see not their 

crumbling clay feet.

 

30/6/2019