When The Fog Is Clear Poem by Emotions cherish

The spring tasted like honey
the pockets of men jiggle with money
Seen as good the talker starts
the people listened with their hearts
He says his words smooth from his tongue
his voice lingers like the echo of a gong

He gives advice to the drunkards
but all that was true was the folly of retards
And good is all that it seemed
everyone felt relieved
They took his words for life
forgetting to make way for wife

When the mist is clear
the talkers secrets are bare
Listen not, oh children of men
for his words lead to the lion's den
He sits in his chamber to sip his wine
the taste of deceit with your blood so fine

For I was a culprit, with him
and also a victim of him