An elephant, whose name is Truth, is with us in the room

There won’t be any breathing space unless it leaves us soon

We tiptoe round the elephant, content to let it be

Whilst knowing all the while that what it craves is honesty

The truth is buried deep inside – it’s trying to get out

The price we have to pay is high – its worth is cast in doubt

We all agree the elephant’s not really in the way

We’ll keep it in captivity and set it free some day

by S Fielding

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