What Is the Truth
Flowers festoon the streets of pain
The media is saying here comes political gain
There are ‘situations’ and ‘incidents’ so they say
They wheel out a spokesman whoevers flavour of the day
Try to deliver bad news with a celebrity sparkle
Doesn’t help the ‘situation’ from becoming a debacle
Promises are made in the debris of life
Cuts very deep like a social knife
‘heard it before’ shouts a voice from the crowd
Another joins in social justice got loud
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