One of my readers, who is obviously a glutton for punishment, recently expressed disappointment that I haven’t posted more of my poems lately. At the risk of triggering that old axiom BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR, I thank her for having inspired me to address the deficiency thusly:
DECEIT DON’T STAND
As the twig is bent,
so grows the tree.
As the die is cast,
so shall it be.
If these be true,
why is it wise:
The Donald gets a pass
when he tells those lies?
Of course, I should also thank the President, without whose daily rants my inspiration for this poem would doubtless lie dormant. And now for a word from the truly wise about lies:
Carlyle said, “A lie cannot live”; it shows he did not know how to tell them. –Mark Twain
A man comes to believe in the end the lies he tells about himself to himself. –George Bernard Shaw
I admire liars, but surely not liars so clumsy they cannot fool even themselves. –H. L. Mencken
Pretending that you believe a lie is also a lie. –Arthur Schnitzler
If at first you’re not believed, lie, lie again. –Evan Esar
Not sure why the video is black. Maybe because the lies it laments aren’t white ones. But the sound is clear, and the voice shines through the darkness.