Truth Lies Open To All

It was said of old, 'Truth lies open to all', but today perception is all; no one is perfect but perception can cure all blemishes, avoiding the fate of being hero to zero that brittle celebrity promises in life, in posterity. What a vicar would be shocked to hear, to see, as though these shock jocks of life and death are maiden aunts who have never lived: after their demise what a media shock, what a surprise that these puritans had a love life being charitable on the sly, belying their dark clothed strictures. Prim and proper Betjeman's Fifties pose metamorphosed into a lamentation that he wished that he had more sex unlike Greeneland's adventurist aunt who had no need to fabled in the Sixties: our time for ever and always for everyone. Making our moral dilemmas not confusing morality with law, hating injustice but being unjust by being self-righteous becoming our own judge-pentinents before the fear of ourselves more than this wicked wide world of wonders defying cynicism by imbedding in us scepticism; not just of the hypocrtical red- tops that only rarely have a kernel of truth besmirched by lawyers some of whom not not having their chopped heads off are a sure defence of the powerless and true. Even when perception is as broadminded as the times while being full of righteous outrage if time fast forwards the past obeying a new morality old, dressed in new garb. Who riots? Who occupies? Who wins? Who loses? We see darkly as we shadow the mote in our own eye until we can see we are all in this together whether we are together or not; when hidden charity characterises us in not in righteous mode in nor complacent commode, so that one day, for all living on this oblique spheroid, we can all truly say that, 'Truth lies open to all', on the good Earth.