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Sep 2018
The truth
one should not dissect
it must be held on its own
or count it dead-

to compromise
is its heart to stab
how weak is human nature
such mindless solution it rushes to grab

as the parties parley
and to mutual advantage negotiate
what's on hand tempts the stoutest of hearts
let the deal be sealed and then celebrate-

who does care if truth should perish
right before the negotiators' gate?
profit and gain is the substance of the game
morality is an easy word to set aside and forget.
Written by
Dr Peter Lim  M/Victoria, Australia
(M/Victoria, Australia)   
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