We read a another series of lies 

in the newspaper today.

Buried in the city section, 

in any other place, 

with any other people

it would surely be forgotten. 

Our proof that this was false 

would not titillate an eager reader

the  dismissal and vindication

we knew would come 

would be likely buried or not reported at all.

Yet despite the knowledge of this,

we witnessed  this lie being circulated as fact,

and spreading like a disease through this virtual world.

At first we were angry, and then we remembered

we had to be grateful 

that something that was so clearly false

had been misstated as fact to the public and the press

by those who now stood as our persecutors.

We would fight it. 

We would prove it. 

We would win.

So we held hands, and said "Thank you for the gift"

We'll remember this day as a turning point. 

Clouds and darkness surround us, 

yet Heaven is just, 

and the day of triumph will surely come, 

when justice and truth will be vindicated. 

Our wrongs will be made right, 

and we will once more, 

taste the blessings of freedom.

Mary Todd Lincoln  (1818 - 1882)  

US first lady