Play your cards.
Leave no trace.
Pick a time.
Pick a place.
Keep your fire
smouldering low
until you strike
a cruel blow.
Guide the gullible.
Keep them blind.
Trick the trusting.
Destroy the kind.
Vicious, vicious.
You cannot win.
For life supports not
the treachery within.
Courage, courage.
Get up, get up.
I will help you.
Drink from the grace-cup.
Muddled mind,
the waters will clear.
And you will see
the savage dears.
Kind, kind.
Do not despair.
I hear and heed
your caring prayer.
Absolutely brilliant poem. Sandra xxx
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U understand the vicious side of folk 🌹😘
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