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I haven't posted any poetry in a few entries, so I thought I would start the weekend with one about what seemingly small lies do to us, and how it is sometimes hard to stop going down that road. Most times I would like to think I am an honest man, but all the times I have had to cover for people, protect family and so forth, I really don't think so. A lie is still a lie...
'When a man lies, he murders some part of the world.' -- Merlin, Excalibur
Who is the murderer facing me?
Simple white lies, protecting from harm
Innocence for innocent,
Deceiving with such ease.
All the same...
Buried beneath an ethos lost,
Honesty and integrity replaced
By concealing the blame.
Clandestine engagements, compounding the shame
Personal honor tarnished, becoming
A joke, an exception
In so short a time...
Laid low with good intentions,
Sharing the same road
Paved by our words.
I know the murderer
Waiting in this graveyard of deceit,
This agony of lies.
I see him... staring back at me.
5/26/2006 2:35 pm
Well said...little by little they compound to be what they truly are...a lie...and there is no defence in it, so very well put...|