A Piece of Truth

The devil and his friend

Were walking on a street

At the street’s end

They saw a man who with joy was replete

They watched the man stoop

And reach to the ground

As something he did swoop

The friend asked the devil—“What has he found?”

“A piece of truth he did just pick”

“This is very bad business for you”

“Oh not at all, as I’ll now employ my old trick

And help him organise it through”

Truth becomes a creed

As soon as we try to organise

Its spirit starts to bleed

And the essence of it soon dies

Is law not an organisation

For justice which is formed

Then how the process of adjudication

Can with truth be informed?