Why do we so often evade it?
Is truth too painful?
Is truth impossible to define?
Is truth only ever relative?
What is truth anyway?
Some say: it is the correspondence
of language or thought
to an independent reality
This seems to assume that reality
is the actual existence, as opposed to
that which is merely imaginary
Does truth matter?
Can we live without truth?
Philosophers down the ages
Have wrestled with truth
Theologians tried to lead us to truth
The Way, the Truth, the Life
Car salesmen may have been economical with the truth
Politicians have their own version (or their party’s) of truth
Good parents implore that we always tell the truth
So truth seems to matter
Perhaps it concerns us more
In the age of Fake News
When prevarication, falsehoods and
downright lies seem to proliferate
But can we afford to dispense with truth?
Trust is closely aligned with truth
And is surely built on truth
When trust is lost what happens to
contracts, social relations, credit,
professional advice, the purity of drugs,
air traffic control, the safety of buildings,
indeed all incorporeal property
Tear up truth and shred the civilized world
PS but just sometimes, we need to be gentle with the truth
See also my poem Trust
Would have been so interesting if Giuliani had co-written this one *haha*.