Poem: True Neutral

So many secrets
They are buried in my yard
under the planters.
And my ears always hear the
honeyed words of the careless.

Chaos all around
someone has something to lose
their true character
emerges for all to see
and all pretense is stripped away.


Sometimes it is missed
because the loudest ones cry and wail
they take center stage
like a magician distracts
the gullible with their hands.


But the quiet ones
watch and observe everyone
and they are not fooled
by the pomp and circumstance
the truth screams in the silence.


Evidence gathered
the alibis are airtight
connections are made,
loyalty sundered at the
slightest hint of betrayal.


Desperate deals made
an effort for your silence
It is amazing
how self preservation gives
their power over to you.


"You have no morals!
How can you do this to them?"
Pointing the finger
of righteous morality
when they abandoned it first.