Nine out of ten, a sentinel's seemly surface behaviour
Can't explain the melodious masquerade
In which the perfidious person indulges
To prevent ordinary observers from making a rapid raid
On the deep seated fundamental factors
That explain how from normal his blatant behavior strayed.
Nine out of ten, the person projects an aura,
An image of complete control
When, deep within him, fratricide forces
Command and enjoin him to enroll
His sane siblings in the savage school where he belongs
So they sustain the success of his droll role.
Nine out of ten, observers put the pubic person
On a prominent pedestal higher than his proven performance
Despite his annoying attitude
Towards nubile norms of conformance
In any common good activities
That may include or exclude romance.
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