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Truth

Questions of truth, alas become moot-- O'er angry voices, truth seldom heard Like branches strayed from their mother root We've strayed then planted another word, chosen belief in the most absurd. In times of war, truth begs to be seen, yet trampled, however one may lean-- Torn in Viet Nam, Afghanistan, Six O'clock fact or fiction routine: fingers pointing at every man. Why is truth killed when war needs it most? That question is asked through the ages, Perhaps lies dwell in a virus host, Or, we need truth meted in stages, lies bake troubled souls as war rages. Truth rests among those--the dead of war. Yet, we also lost truth years before. Perhaps a new potion we'll soon find to cure the people and kill lies' spoor and leave its destruction far behind. March 28, 2022 for the "Why is Truth the First Casualty of War and why is That a Fact" by Sotto Poet

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Date: 3/29/2022 11:37:00 AM
The enduring truth for those on the battle front is simply, "Ours is not to wonder why, ours is but to do or die!" Consider all those Russian troops who do not want to kill women and children, yet can only choose to do or die . . . .Aloha!
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Ann Peck
Date: 3/29/2022 3:40:00 PM
It's so sad when people live under oppression. Now Putin tries to save face. Let's allow him and end this horrible crime.
Date: 3/29/2022 8:56:00 AM
Very hopeful words, " Perhaps a new potion we'll soon find to cure the people and kill lies' spoor and leave its destruction far behind." A prayer that may be answered. Good luck , Ann, in the contest. . Blessings to you with inspiration
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Ann Peck
Date: 3/29/2022 3:41:00 PM
Thank you, Eve. Your beautiful poetry is inspiring.