Trust

 

The ‘walk’ sign is on but you do not cross. 

The smile seems sour even when it is sweet. 

The dove resembles an old albatross. 

And you look both ways on a one-way street. 

The alarm chimes six but you think it is four. 

The queue where you stand is always longer. 

The sky is clear yet you think it will pour. 

Even the truth is a gossip monger. 

A lie and a powdered face have more weight. 

And the good old baker’s bread appears stale. 

So quick to blame the gods for the ill fate. 

Radio and weathermen spin their own tales. 

We work more and more because we want more. 

And the lack of trust creates an uproar.