The Devil
I have seen
his face
in New York City.
I have heard
his voice
in Europe.
He speaks
of love.
Yet practices
division.
He speaks
of human rights.
Yet strips others
of their humanity.
He speaks
of peace.
Yet profits
from war.
He sends armies.
He sends weapons.
And calls it
freedom.
He forces
democracy
upon others.
Yet rules
through fear,
power,
and obedience.
He pretends
to be a thinker.
Yet borrows
the wisdom
of others
and calls it
his own.
He speaks
of spirituality.
Yet worships
power.
Morning and night.
He preaches
virtue.
Yet walks
with hypocrisy.
His words
shine like gold.
But his deeds
cast shadows.
Then I walked
through the streets
of America.
And there
I met him again.
Smiling.
Confident
Speaking
with a forked tongue.
Promising hope.
Selling illusion.
Some say,
he will change.
But history
whispers otherwise.
For the devil
has always worn
many faces.
And the greatest trick
is not deception.
It is convincing
the world
that deception
is truth.
The devil
is a liar.
And sometimes
he walks
among us
wearing the mask
of virtue.
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