Faces
The chosen one with a classified MISSION;
"At all cost" is the secretive AMBITION:
He prowls the streets with a sharp DAGGER;
An assassin with a smooth SWAGGER;
The Lion's claws concealed in gestures of KINDNESS;
He captures the victim with emotive methods of BLINDNESS;
Specialised in the art of maskin a FACE;
An agenda articulated with pure GRACE;
Known for uttering soothing WORDS;
Like the harmonic sounds of comforting BIRDS;
To the victim, "what a FRIEND";
To the gossip hungry, "a means to an END";
In realization, don't be SHAKEN;
In the end, he will be FORSAKEN;
The Truth of fact, call it LIFE;
How can one see those with a KNIFE?;
In the circle of existence, Sincerity is a BLISS
And bitter resentment most DISMISS;
In the dawn of maturity we grow WISE;
Now you've seen some have a DISGUISE;
The journey of life has surely GROWN;
All that is required is a BACKBONE;
Beware of those that STAGGER;
Call them the BACKSTABBERS.
H.F.
Copyright © Hussein Farah | Year Posted 2011
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