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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.

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