Smoke Screams Poem by shimon weinroth

smoke screens and hoaxes
keep honest folk from
seeing what sems to be
is not all the reality,

limpid blue eyes
moist look
of helplessness beckons
to the quick sands, of hypnotism and wiles

Eve mother of all
agrees all it takes
is that glance,
looking of the eyes

turn mens' icy resolution,
to second thoughts, manipulated
coupled with soft caress
powers of suggestion,

ask at the hall of fame and imfamy
old hags of Lysistrata and witches of MacBeth
seducers, Helen, Delilah and Salome

lambs castrated taken to slaughter
is the process of evolution
all else deception and illusion