Bill Grace - Reflection on Truth

Sometimes the truth must hide
Or even be sacrificed to other things
So Laura B on Charlie R last night
Filled me with a deja vu previously
Almost exclusively reserved for Dick Nixon
A sense that something was not right
But beyond my power to name.
This lovely lady of the nation
A woman any man would welcome as true love
Out of touch with memory of open microphones
Or what I swear was President Putin's cynicism
For all the world to see.
The sad conclusion it is not in war alone
Where truth is the first casualty.

Bill Grace

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