This painted breath you see before your eyes
Is a darkling curse to hide bitter dross,
Miasma from a mind too used to lies
That greedy seeks to thrive off other’s loss:
Where’s honesty? In most it’s not been born,
The crabbing way leads blindly by the hand
The weak and spiritually forlorn,
That crowd of glitter-eyes that stalk this land.
Beware! The educated are the worst,
Their smiley half-truths, tensions buried deep,
Give brief success (’till something has to burst):
Compartmentalise – seems that’s how they sleep.
Deception, usually of the self,
Long-term, all ways, destructive of the health
