Trust Poem by Mcanthony Nwatu

No mortal masters her
She is a two edged sword.
Try to master it you become a deceit
I wonder why people still take word.
Now you have joined the globe
Believe all but trust few.
The words of men are like hands in glove
Before you take it give it an intense view
You too must not make a mistake
Be a trust on a marble.
As an eraser, trust reduces at each mistake,
Preserve her, you will be invited to the round table.
She, trust, is fragile
Preserve her being agile.