Muddy People

Covered in dirt, in debris, and mud,

leaving behind so disgusting a trail,

some brown little people, behaving so bad,

come in the 'scene', waving their tails.

Their dresses have lies embroidered in gold,

their shoes are deceits with high heels of mistrust.

They don't have a name, their lives have been sold

to Envy and Hate. They crawl in the dust.

They lure you with voices so dear and sweet,

while they irk in hatred for all that you stand.

They praise you with words they repeat an repeat,

with 'smilies', cool faces and shaking your hand.

They'll try to convince you that they are your friends,

and later they'll curse you for all your beliefs.

They'll steel all your pride, regardless the amends,

like monsters, like ghosts, like devils and thieves.

All these Muddy People will stain you. Beware !

With all their pettiness, their scorns and their treason.

They don't even notice or don't even care...

I'm sure that for this, they thought plenty of reasons.

But being so small, they can't see they are falling

into a deep and dark pit of despise.

All will abandon them ! Now... Are they calling ?

Run ! Or they'll get you in front of my eyes !