We told so many lies

that we can no longer

recognise the truth ,

although the truth

was meant to be all

all that was to be

believed in ;

Still we don’t recognise it

because of all the lies

we tell and there are

so very many of them ;

little ones ,little white ones ,

necessary ones ,innocent ones ,

childish ones ,ones meant to

protect those we love ;

and now the truth is gone

eviscerated by all our lies ,

each and every one of them a nail

and then another nail

and then the final nail

through our flesh and

into the cross ,

nailed there for all to see

how little truth

really means

to you and me ;

and then and then and then

after all,

we need to tell our very next lie.