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DEEDS NOT WORDS I heard the words I love you But when my back was turned Those lip-unleashed sounds Became detuned and spurned I thought my ears were fooled By some kind of interference That the pollution in the air Had caused this incoherence In the accents of a friend Who I could not help admire But the adoration was not true The heart not ablaze with fire The letters were fib-tainted The syllables echoed hollow I quickly came to understand This was no example to follow The voice was but a disguise That hid the double standards Twas in my merry absence That the lies were made candid My pinnas were left burned My heart bore a new scar The healing irked my soul My curses heard from afar I wanted to deny the reality Of this treachery and treason This unexplained backstabbing That had no rhyme or reason I had to abandon my cynicism My lack of faith in this world And when I detached myself At speed, the answer was unfurled The power of a precedent Was not in the language used But in the motivation And actions thereby suffused He whose use of poetry Belies the essence of the art Is identified by disunity Utterances and doings so apart Overshadowed by the politicians Whose charlatanry is obscene Are the meek and sincere ones Whose humble efforts go unseen These should be our leaders Our kings among men Our unsaid professors In moral acumen With this salve to my spirit My trust has been restored To be deprived of this wisdom No individual can afford So before I end my tale Of life lesson learning There is something I must share To which we all should be yearning Shed the cloak of deceit Free yourself from hate and scorning And remember only this Let deeds, not words, be your adorning. Written by Vincent Afnán-Murray |