Talking about those who live for gains
at the cost of principles and values,
I become emotional at one stage.

While sailing in the calm waters,
 a quick harsh tide throws the boat
 0ut of gear, a metaphorical allegiance.

They turn cordial, behave gentle,
speak softly, an absolute antithesis
of their original, akin to a sly fox.

Being a pretense, I am aware.
decide not to fall a prey
to their baits which they

throw liberally, a ruse to entice

and entrap me. Wisdom takes over,
Resolve there are more ideologies

requiring attention than these earthly

desires. Shutting up with them I gaze
at the sky which thunders mildly–
 a beckoning call,