Hypocrisy and Crocodile Tears
Stay away
From those who pat your back with a smile,
while hiding a shovel behind their shoulder.
Their words are honey in a poisoned cup,
sweet, but deadly in silence.
They raise a toast to your name,
while covering the pit with flower petals.
Hypocrisy wears eyes painted with kindness,
but a heart beating to the rhythm of deceit.
And when the bridge they built collapses,
they begin to weep with crocodile tears —
tears with no trace of sorrow,
just the fear of being unmasked.
The irony is — they call it love,
what you felt as a knife in the back.
They play the victim from the role of the butcher,
then say, “Poor thing, they didn’t deserve it!”
Stay away
from lips that kiss like they’re blessing you,
but leave poison trails deep in your soul.
Don’t trust the eyes that cry when they break you,
for what they shed is water from the lakes of acting.
