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When cynicism clouds vision

distorts contours of sincerity,

apparitions rise, of motives ulterior

tainting thoughts

Words acquire new connotations,

unintended hues….

From the quiver, arrows,

with poisoned tips

are drawn, let fly with precision

to reach marks unerringly

As the sarcastic barbs cut deep

the naive prey, writhes, in agony… .

_ Shail Mohan (March 2011)

Written forPrompt 160: Sarcastic