My love and I, lie with each other every night
and pretend not to know that we lie.
But, though I simply 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 too.
I lie with her
and she, with me,
to her mum, about the
bad traffic that makes her late every night
and to papa, about the
constant increase in my school fees
Our love for each other
makes us lie together, every night and
conveniently ignore the consequences of lying.
Yet, why must we be blamed for this lying that is
a part of man's nature?