Cloak And Dagger Poem by Stephen akogbeto (Steve Rae)

Whitish black mind,
Despicable wantonness,
Makes you wickedly kind,
With that, you talk less.

Your deeds you keep surreptitious,
You know they are scandalous,
It makes people suspicious,
about you; being voluptuous.

What a shame! ,
You keep grudges against another,
All fingers are not the same,
You are like a murderer.

Keeping malice makes you hilariously furious,
Your mind is closely opened,
Closed to say the truth, but anxious,
To hear the truth; the one you won't opine.

You keep your secret deeds,
This is against the word of God,
On the judgement day, like a beep,
you'll find yourself in that beautiful fire.