The Fly On The Wall
The littlest eyes in the room are the ones which see the most.
Steady and daring, they do not dart
they do not flee.
They see the crooked cop taking a bribe, all the while vowing to
uphold the law.
They see the priest conning the elderly out of their money all the
while promising salvation.
They see all of the irony behind everyone’s mask.
They also see the hardworking, honest man.
Those small eyes need not hide in a room so busy.
In such a room, which is so heavy with laughter, lies and smoke
that the air itself veils those tiny, albeit keen, eyes.
