Deceit

trickery and vile deceit
its a quality that man believes
is worthy of a accolade
because in turn it just achieves
double standards and falsity
a pathological fabrication
an ambush that illusory
and a journey to degeneration
the soul that’s trapped
remains aloof broken taken on the hoof
torn apart by a contraption
hidden in the leaves
compaction
forces those, caught in the snare
to in turn burn duped from somewhere
no indication malingerer’s left
the dissembler bereft
remorse one seldom see’s it here
for trickery and vile deceit
are what the trapper holds most dear
and the skin and fur us to be complete

those people who mindlessly invade
our streets clothed in the fur parade
who have no thought for those who died
trapped and torn out from inside
they have no care no none at all
they feel they look good
they appal
some of us who know the pain
that’s felt by victims time and again