The Hamlet Project

Truth has its hands tied with a thick rope.
It’s been locked in the basement, fed with bread and water.
The kidnappers have been holding out for a serious ransom
But they’ve discovered that there’s not as much call for their captive as they thought.
When they made their announcement to the media they expected huge public outcry.
They expected to be found out quickly, vans outside the doors, cameras and guns
and microphones. They expected a stand-off. They have the weapons ready.
But no one came.
They made another statement and sent it out in a marked up brown envelope.
This one didn’t even get a response.
The truth has been patient. It can wait.
It eats its bread and the occasional granola bar and it sits patiently on its chair.
They find it unnerving. They’re afraid to talk to it.
They’ve been quarreling a lot between them, threatening violence.
Having truth in the basement has started to undo them.
When the man with the badge comes to the door
And asks them to give up the truth,
They let it go without a fight.
They don’t ask for their ransom. They don’t beg for a helicopter.
They just cut its bonds and open the door.