The Deceivers Poem by Shaun Cronick

They are one and the same,
Both of a cold hybrid mind.
Their thoughts are simply one,
Of clinical deeds maligned.

Never ever any true tears,
Only those of a crocodile.
Talking tall tales of woe,
Behind a hidden wide smile.

Seeking always the innocents,
Relentlessly target all gullible,
With a façade of abject poverty,
Oh! Of their plight so terrible.

Two sinful peas in a sinful pod,
A pair of most diabolical deceivers.
Now finally caught and imprisoned,
Justice now for their once believers.