Pity the people who are liars,
Of untruth they are the purveyors and buyers,
They compromise their soul,
In falsehood is steeped their role,
They sink deeper into a bog of their own making,
This is what becomes of an existence based on faking,
To the highest bidder is their soul up for sale,
Of redemption they are beyond the pale,
As their ill reputation far and wide travels,
As their wretched life slowly but surely unravels,
The devil winks at them in glee
As their conscience far from them does flee!
As in their web of deceit are they caught,
Isn’t their life with misery fraught?
Arun Bhagat
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