White Lie
The not-true that may from lips spring
And in nearby and far-off ears ring;
Usually saving an innocent skin,
Scarcely for this reason a sin;
With usable sounds and alphabets
The trapped setting free from nets:
The midwives avowals to infanticide pharaoh
To reverse a male child murder show
Our false assurances to The-Much-Worried
About their Now-Dead-Once-Sick
So that they too wont be buried
From the wounds of the truth we lick….
From a wise wife of an alcoholic
To his friends visiting for a frolic,
Hundred percent sure that he was indoors,
Of his having just left for a good cause:
A timely frustration of killing glasses of whisky
Or the throat-burning gin no less risky:
From the heavens, Gods wave of Approving Hands
His singers angels, eyes for their bands.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2021
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