FACES OF BETRAYAL
Some hand you smiles dipped in napalm,
Then turn to poison the second you drop your guard.
Humans, Moral plastic caught in flame,
Deals of décor, rotting behind the facade.
Draw your lines, don’t offer the other cheek,
Run before you melt, before their vice seeps in.
Don’t become their reflection in the sewage creek,
Shield your core, gun down their shadowed kin.
The closest ones stab you while humming tunes,
You believed them ?
Then you bought their stage show.
Masks always fall, but not too soon,
And it cuts deep when your gold turns hollow.
Time bows to no one, knows no friend, no code,
Yet it empties your pockets and carves your load.
You thought the heart beat louder than their schemes?
Mistake. Love’s just a crooked trade, poorly sold.
Behind each hug lie venom-laced gleams,
Vows engraved to chain you cold.
They market tenderness by the single unit,
But price tags shift when the interest slides.
Soft gazes? Formatted lies in transit,
Traitorous programs packed in disguise.
Give too much, and your neck’s in the noose,
To soul-thieves cloaked as folks you trust.
They pierce your chest with sugary abuse,
Fake virtue dripping from pockets of dust.
You believed in them, you opened your gate,
Now burn the inside, cleanse what they taint.
They say you’re mad when you see too clear,
Call your insight bitterness, a vengeful trace,
But don’t confuse wound with righteous spear,
It’s not hate, it’s reading the human disgrace.
They cry victim when you show the proof,
Blame you for cruelty while sharpening blades.
Their kindness? A theater, a Judas spoof,
Tears of the damned when your trust degrades.
They preached forgive, they preached be kind,
While they reload their games behind the screen.
Fed you morals like venom in your mind,
While they trafficked virtue in silence obscene.
Desert the pews of their demonic plays,
Rip off the label, good intent betrays.
Copyright ©
Auguste Romain Nyecki
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