“Mistakes were made,” is what is said
by one who wishes to evade
apology, so mouths instead,
“Mistakes were made.”

Such makes another feel betrayed
and mad enough to move ahead
on some deliberate crusade.

The cost is high — if not bloodshed,
then money spent, time lost, nerves frayed —
as sorriness becomes widespread:
“Mistakes were made.”

Jane Blanchard

If you have any thoughts about this poem,  Jane Blanchard   would be pleased to hear them