Days of Deceit
They preached Love on Sundays,
But on Monday, mocked the meek.
Tuesday traded truth for tyranny . . .
Wednesday wielded women as property,
Whittling at the worth of those who brought them life.
Thursday they dropped the mask, with a treacherous grin.
Friday found them flaunting their folly, reveling in what they wrought, with no shame in sight.
Saturday looms in silence . . .
Seeds of spite, thick and rotting, wait unhealed.
