The silencer on your words
Kept me from hearing the report
The blood spatter on your face
Prevented me from seeing your crimes
The lies on your tongue pushed down
The plunger, and executed me without trial
Brings to mind the old adage, about keeping
Friends close; and enemies closer
But sometimes it's hard to tell where one leaves off
And the other begins.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Huh, I'm never going to find one that I don't like. It is such a task, to figure out who we can trust, and who we must keep far away from our best selves. My favourite of yours so far.