We agonised. We argued over what to say. <br />Should, could we, burden them with truth? <br />Or lie, and say it ran away. <br />That way lies peace, for us. <br />Honesty makes liars of us. <br />'She was ours forever, ' they'd say, <br />'You told us she had nine lives.' <br /> <br />Own up. Point out too soon what's what <br />and a thief joins the list. <br />Steal their wonderment and our <br />punishment will be <br />to be forever albatrossed. <br />Mislead, and the need served is ours. <br />Compromise is lies - for only truth is truth. <br /> <br />Let it drip slow, creep up. <br />No need yet for undiluted gospel, <br />they have no need. <br />No harm to say what they want to hear - <br />not...lies or truth, but what is right. <br /> <br />We've often told the truth. <br />Believe me.<br /><br />James Mills<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-more-cat/
