The Fall of a Spy

Your apocalyptic dreams appear in my vision:

women weeping - mixed with tears from heaven

and children crying for help, nobody can see

Sad pictures of your gloomy prophesy

Oracles of doom predicted fire in the sky;

what I'm beginning to see is the fall of a spy

Regrets fill my heart; we only remember the bad deeds,

not the gallant efforts when he planted the good seeds

Let no stones be cast till this whole fiasco is over

The burden of proof lies not in the eyes of the beholder

We might think he was careless and got pussy-whipped

A silver lining separates the truth when one is tight-lipped

You're in a field of bounty but sees only weeds;

in the middle of an oasis, but sees only sands

If your mind is trapped in that sad context--

your spirit is weak and will starve to death

What if you were right and everyone else is wrong

for you see wealth in "weeds" tucked in your sarong

We shouldn't judge you based on our biased perceptions,

and mustn't peel the layers to the core without directions

Don't be fooled with what our naked eyes could see...

That's the moral lesson to our falling of a spy story

There could be a hidden agenda within their agenda

For their eyes only, and not for political propaganda