Honesty is but a passing fancy.
No one takes it seriously
unless
It works to their
advantage,
Then it morphs to
paramount.
Flags are waived and
banners carried
Urging, begging for the
truth.
But whose truth do the
masses seek?
Whose reality will count?
Targets move and facts
evolve as
Envy struts and flexes
strong to
Muddy waters once
pristine and
Bait the tongue with
viscous pique.
But vision sharpens by
degree and
Heralds shout in loud
decree
The treasures born in
honesty
Are like a finger in the
dike.
And where will you in purpose
be
When life relies on
honesty?
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