Smells

A Whiff of Betrayal


A rose by any other name would smell as sweet
Romeo and Juliet, of young lovers
As Shakespeare would have wanted it
A tragedy of sorts that long hovers

Outwardly seen and seemingly oblivious
Of what outcome on unpaved lanes
Isn’t it out in the open , and pretty obvious
Wrought with sorrow and lots of pain!

Cast a blind eye and sadden with laughter
Regretfully betrayed in a web of intrigues
Wild flashes and staccato bursts of gunfire
Enemies within hidden but well in league

Submitted for Thursday Think Tank #28, Smell