Their Faces
Their faces betrayed my trust
I don't know which way to go.
They speak of oil and peace,
They speak of love and harmony,
Boldly written on their fore head.
They smile and sing for justice with me
Were they not the same people that drinks from the cup
of corruption and eat from the plate of mischievousness
Yet they Talk about demonstration and protest?
Their faces speak evil to my ears
I know them Quiet alright , chameleons.
They are devils in human form.
Trust them not and watch your steps ,
Least they betray you in the long run
and you fall with nothing to hold onto.
Copyright © John Chizoba Vincent | Year Posted 2014
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