A poem inspired by The Making of Berlin

Truth and Lies

When deceit is found

Truth changes ground

The grass is always greener

The lie is ever meaner

As words that call true

Are often a chew

And even though said lie

Is near impossible to spy

To pull truth towards fiction

Is to curse it into malediction

Ruben (Belgium)

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