Mask Of Betrayal - Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter
Let's talk about betrayal,
Let's talk about a Fool 'who will rail, '
Let's get to the root of the problem:
'Teachers, of the Golden-Rule, ' whose lives betray and rob'em.
Let's talk about Pride's deceit and envy it's bottom line.
Let's talk about jealousy, the root of that same kind.
Let's talk about that which is hidden, beneath the hearts of men.
Let's talk about some actors, who'd claim to be a friend.
Let's talk about those that kill, yet rarely they are seen.
Like, one who mars the image of kin, appearing bright and keen.
What about ones who- do all the right things, for the wrong reasons?
Many now-days are distracted from upright ways, amidst the seasons.
Let's see the fruit of those who teach, not self-righteous deeds.
Let's talk about the wounds that fester, and seem to always bleed.
Let's ask some serious questions:
Why are there no books of 'Jealousy...? ' Nor 'Envy' as well? '
Why are there 'such pretenders' that make life living-hell?
Why do we not learn from history, without repeating it trail?
How about we see 'Life's fragile, ' focusing on where we'll sail.
Where are all the Heroes and where is 'Integrity's style-? '
Where are those who stand for right, who can't abide man's guile?
My heart is sunk; it's weak from pain.
The enemy I've seen, again and again.
He's an actor; he's an angel of light,
He's a devil in the night.
The Deceitful betrays in subtle ways.
He hides behind love's shallow scam.
Appearances are his centre stage.
He's a Wolf (I tell you) , he’s not a lamb.
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