Flatter me not, for I may not believe so
But the people around me shall not let me live so
Sweet words hiding dirty feeling, cloak themselves they do
Kill you each moment without you realizing they do
Hurting near and dear ones, they spare no one at all
After all, sweet and hollow words can never revive them all
But choose to be flattered rather be accepted is their belief
How can they then rush to any one’s simple relief?
Hard to digest are these coming ways of the world
Wolf hiding in sheep’s clothing is the way of the world.
- Dr. Hira