Bridges

Bridges

Complicated concoctions distributed
by those who serve lies with silver
spoons and empty eyes,
Their lips drip snake oil but they insist
its lip gloss.

Someone's creeping near,
Somethings becoming clear,
Those who have nothing to lose
will steal souls and burn bridges
leaving little more than a smoky
shadow in place of the stolen.

Truth enriched words are no match
for those deeply soaked in deception.
Twisted agendas cause long established
bonds to be as useful as old bones.

Someone's creeping near,
Somethings becoming clear,
Beware of those who sling stones
and pretend to be the persecuted.

~D. Doro.