POISONED WELL
The world gives favours to the crooked minds,
the ones whose morals fall for deceit of all kinds,
no one is forced to follow any paths,
but the honest man stays behind as the rich man laughs.
But, not for long, as the path becomes darker,
the favours and gifts become chains with a marker,
we owe a return for doors that were opened,
killing our conscience as our values are broken.
Every step takes us deeper into an ugly dark tunnel,
it's scary and slippery like an oily funnel,
we keep sliding further away from the truth,
we lose the clarity we had from our youth.
All we wanted was a better life,
we did not recognise the evil so rife,
we thought we hit a luck and things were swell,
we never even saw the poisoned well.
Monica Maartens ©Copyright
20 April 2018
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