What is truth?

Mon, 01/05/2015 - 17:46 -- jquarez

My about face to you, the world, is a shot

at Lexington's field for need, out of want.

Hidden 'neath the face of a redcoat, my bluff,

is my revolution'ry, my Yankee blue cuff.

As we fight one another we look and we sleuth

Just at Pilate hath said—indeed, what is truth?

 

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