The Truth is no Truth at All.

It’s not time to ring in the truth because it hurts.

I have been scalded by the truth as it works into

my gut and leaves the guilt lurking nauseously,

clinging to my brain until I am rendered a kindly

repentant soul again and say those words so very

hard but oh so very healing and achingly appealing, 

‘I am so sorry.’ I did wrong.

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Yet he clings to his lies and dominating ties to the

powers that abuse and misinform, misremembering

the things that happened, recorded in the press and

filmed for the television, so a mission for omission is

pressed ahead so that he can fib to avoid the gibes

of the journalists, newsreaders and nervous onlookers.

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He stares and stumbles and cites, ‘We did not do right,’

But he did wrong, so we long for him to be gone for 

we wrote it in our tweets and it was heard in our claps,

cheering the NHS as people sowed up their curtains to

make PPE and masks while doctors and nurses sickened,

and without the cover caught the dread disease, and died.

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Companies offered to make them double quick but he

said his friends would do it better and some would 

arrive from China, but now he says he lied for there

was always enough PPE for everybody. But sound out

the nurses barely breathing on ICU, staff battered as

Covid19 prowled and used the lack of protection to

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pollute and pick its victims, and so the fit shouldered

the burden til exhaustion and poor equipment and a pack

of Shylocks, as well deaf ears to the knocking on the door

by the wise, wilfully ignoring and saying they were boring,

failed to save their nation by isolation, and blocking

the locking  which soon was clocking deaths in their

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thousands. He gambles and it’s a shambles as he still

rambles on til thousands upon thousands died and now

people stumble through the night of their pain seeking

operations, chemo and the right treatment for other

diseases because they just wanted to ease their minds

and behind close doors grumble and mumble over the

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rising tide of anger as they feint and paint their actions

like children who cannot face blame, so they shame 

someone else and fail to tame their own greedy eyes

and those of their mates who got special rates so that

they could come in late and make the state pay money

for funny goings on, no guilt, they say we did no wrong.

Money for Mates

They strut across the living stage,

gambling and grabbing their dues 

knowing no one will knock them down.

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Each malicious intention formulated,

breaking laws and procedures, wearing

smiles for the media, while back-handing

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their mountebank mates with contracts,

and bank balances while the hammered 

poor stare, starv and beg for crumbs.

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Why is it always the poor; who carry the

cross while the rich beat them with tax

cuts and mean monopolies to doom them?

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Will no one stand against such greed and

arrogant congenital corruption? For it is

in doing nothing we give our 

consent.