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When the world hollows out

And the sun cooks up blame,

Don’t forget there were times

When we’d known

The con-game,

And yet chose –

To our shame –

Truth’s very core to

Maim.

We allowed

A shell-game

To carve the Earth

Up

In flames.

For dVerse Quadrille Monday: Up