One is a sly parseltongue.
He lies like a snake in the grass.
He undulates charm while threatening harm;
the color of skin hides the poison within—
he truly is evil ‘unmasked’
The other, a man of his word
who struggles, at times, to be heard
moral and kind is such a rare find
no need to insult, or to have his own cult
and rarely, his anger incurred.
The difference is like day and night,
we watch and hope fate intervenes.
Which one will hold sway at the end of the day?
Will kindness rebound and the other leave town?
Our future remains to be seen
© Ginny Brannan 2024
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