You chose high office in the public gaze,
While meeting elsewhere hid from curious eyes.
We chose to watch you in our various ways
When whisperers revealed your secret lives.
On television screens or printed page
The daily bulletins on your affaire
Amused at times or roused confected rage
With all your assignations laid out bare.
Did you, or we, give pause to think of those
With whom you both and separately live?
Or understand that families feel these blows,
Hard to forget, and harder still forgive?
In this unfair assault on innocence
Who’s more guilty? Players or audience?