You who are in the secret of the gods
on earth as in hell
you could tell all these rascals
with the sharp teeth of hungry sharks
scratching the floor
to immediately go off-camera
at high risk
to pass through closed doors
of eternal posterity
in the clothes of poor traitors
to the noble cause of the valiant martyred people
bruised in his living flesh
who tries to survive
under constant pressure
dishonor
of a clique
without soul or conscience
hungry for fake bright lights
acting in the anteroom
of integrity
wading in the shadows
from morals
ready for everything
to defile the little
that he still has dignity
by selling his soul
to the highest bidders from antique dealers
of ignominy in tutelary power
to the detriment of the general interest
© Arnousse Beaulière
