Betrayal

There's a false chord in the lullaby. There's a dagger in the hand. There's a stinger in the butterfly. There's a scorpion in the sand. There's harshness in the laugh. A fist in velvet glove A dead bird in your path Contempt behind the love Crushed eyeglass near your car Banana peel on the floor Bent nail gives you a jar. Omens you can't ignore. Some say you must be kept down. They see no need to tell you why. No tossed rope to those who drown. No effort to tell truth from lie. Some wish to force your view. Some wish to mold your mind. Back in the clamor, who rings true? Who is wicked, who is kind? There is no art as Shakespeare said To know the mind from the face In some hearts all good is dead Extremes make up the human race. They gave you a celebrity crown. But fame comes with a cost. The mob is outside the town. What's won will soon be lost.