Winner

Lost Trust

The guiles and lies form a web,
And we are all the spider,
An innocent fly or two fumble around,
As if they have drunk too much cider.
If you have conscience and,
People fall to your searing wit,
You will master verbal combat
Every word a direct hit.
Yet some don not their verbal armour
Let their swords of irony rust,
For they have the almighty weapon,
A weapon, many call trust.
Trust has great power,
A power you must wisely use,
For though it’s hard to gain it
It’s something you easily lose.
If you want to find out to whom,
I give my trust add a letter ‘e’,
I give my trust to those,
Who are truest to me.