In Denial

Oh how easy to just wash our hands of this.
Easier than dealing with it’s trails of blood.
For with little more than opaque words you can conceal.
Such empty lies have so ably revised
the deeds our bodes have done
If we can’t deny it. then we will revise
and let time do as it may
how sobering it is to have the truth splayed out so naked and raw
such an animal thing unworthy of myth or song
so plain our lives born of random device that unfolds in cold and cruel ways
in we can’t deny it then we must revise it and hope time sees it our way