The Modern Thieves -New Blood
The crafty looters rob even the wisest.
Suit of great flashy clothes,
And bangles of gemstones or beads of lustrous metals.
One speaks our pain.
But the second tier opens the parcel of molten riches,
They dare! Wanting our gains.
The third one joins the second.
Idle mouths cracked up,
He told anybody the truth.
But no one believed him.
The wolf howled.
Silently, sneaked and grabbed the witness’ back.
No one heard the explosion,
For we feared the wits of the bulls.
Bit by bit, time engulfed the tales;
Remnants hid within pebbles,
Soft mounds, laid within a wooden or metal box.
You can hardly point at them.
The finest liars surround the poisonous wolves.
They wear sweet perfume.
They smile with charisma.
Dare not your half will,
Or you’ll bear eternal silence.
Copyright © Mark Enem | Year Posted 2014
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