Context

Context
Is how we are judged
When closed door dealings
Haven’t been brought to light
But when illumination reveals
Deep dark truths
Should the judging remain seated
With original perceptions
Which had been shattered
Is it fair to rely on that context
Until fallout had settled
On the long nuclear winter
Which would begin any day now
Buying time
Remaining as it always been
Until tough choices
Must be made
With new context
Now made clear
Or should the new context
Be wielded like a bat
Beating what had been
Shattering glass
And bone
In the search for truth
And rash decisions

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