When it was over

Truth lay bloodied and broken
underfoot, bones trampled
and crushed in a pilgrimage
of hate and greed
and power-lust.

Exposed at last as perfect fraud,
its dying gasps for filthy air
unheard in the clamor,
truth was mere metaphor,
a dreamy notion of reality.

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