Hypocrites Poem by EZEKIEL HARUNA DANBAKI

Hypocrites



And there be no worser knave
Than he that saints with the Church
Yet fellowship with the gate of hell
...
What villain!
He that smiles with friends at morn
And turns a vengeful foe at noon
...
Save and save me
From crowds of folks and attitudes
There be no truer friend than
solitude.

Monday, July 3, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: hypocrisy
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