Sparks

I used to think I knew you
I thought that you were kind
But now I see the real you
You’d stab me from behind

You used to be so noble
Embodied the leadership style of servant
But you sold your soul to the orange idol
Now of real morals you aren’t conversant

I thought you were my friend
I thought you were a light in the world
But your heart became anointed in crude
You’re the darkness around the light curled