The Lie

My love and I,
lie with each other every night
and pretend not to know that we lie

But even though I smile
and say nothing when she
says that she lies with no other,
I know it's a lie, nor will I deny
that I equally lie with others

She lies with me,
and I, with her,  to her mum,
about the bad traffic that makes her late every night,
And to Papa, about the constant increase in my fees.

Our love for each other
makes us lie together every night
and conveniently ignore
the consequences of lying.

And, why must we be blamed
for this lying, which is a part of man's nature?

© Sanctus
2014