With the mask removed,
his face was old, shrunken;
too human; less than, almost.
We had forgotten, lost proportion,
it came as a shock;
It was a morning of masks,
that was the currency;
my eyes grew too big.
Though this poem relates to a different issue altogether, there is something in it that applies to the current controversy involving the Garda force and the Government.
I think we have for too long allowed our politicians, wearing their politician hats, to prevaricate, issue bucket-loads of disingenuous verbiage, condescend at will to the general public.Too often the side-step that is so obviously a shoring up of their own positions; that lack of honesty, and utter lack of moral backbone.
But we too seem to have lost perspective; so long seeing their public 'masks', we seem to have lost proportion. Should shovel-loads of prevarication etc. not be taken as a failure by our 'leaders' to account to those whom they are supposed to represent. And should the growing distrust of our politicians not be put down to their mis-handling of leadership, ineptitude in responsible positions.
The inability of those with responsibility to apologise is always worrying, but we should not accept it as the currency.