Does the light in your eyes look to disguise
What was done in your name to get their prize
Do you stand there and smile when you truly despise
Perhaps I read too much in your eyes
Does what you say to hide what you really think
When I'm not around does your oratory stink
Do you go home at night with a glass and a smirk
Whilst you plot your next move and the turn of the dirk
© Paul Warren Poetry
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