Ambition without honor
Is reptilian;
Cold blood coursing
Throughout,
Soulless beings
Ever vigilant,
And venom,
A gift for those
Less wary.

We see you,
With the slow
Blink of an eye,
The profile
Unconcerned,
While the words
Tout nothing less
Than love of others,
With a feigned gentility
That conceals
A murderous spirit.

I hear your words,
As million dollar friends
Take up your cause.
You are endowed
With the components
Of greatness,
But what was that;
Just now
Within your countenance?
If I didn’t know better,
I would swear you insincere.

These are the days
Of images,
Words heard,
But the reflection
Into the cortex
Is burned.
We see you
In our every day
Without knowing you,
And we wonder
About the ambition
So evident,
If there is honor
Behind the words.