All these classified files,
Covered by these fake smiles,
Aren't worth a thing to me,
Simply because I can't see
What hides behind every cover.
It doesn't make a man a lover
If he can give a compliment.
A tongue is just an instrument.
Playing with it is a skill,
That can cover the real will,
To only show the friend's skin,
And hide the foe that lives within.
We're seven billion people,
Whith fourteen billion faces,
Or more.
This is my Day 44 of @d-pend's our 100 Days Of Poetry Challenge. You can visit Steemit School on discord if you want to learn more about it or if you want to join our daily poetry lesson.
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