No Voice

There you are, sir.
Talk is light.
No truths here to fear.
I abhor your lying face,
And you're putrid, cavalier.
I am waiting for the moment to say what I've wanted to hear.
I've found you out. I've caught you.
I've a few things you can help make clear.

Honesty is guileless
Guileless and caustic
Dishonest in private
So open in public
Honesty is guileless
Guileless and provocative
The words best left unspoken
Are base but so warranted.

What's the good in being right
From such a lowly height?
What good are idle words
With no voice to be heard?

Why so gruff, sir?
Here, what's changed?
Can we not talk as before?
Your civility once admired
Has dashed out the door.
So you'll feign innocence and smart from this salient wound.
What else but your guilt
By this rage can I conclude?

Honesty is guileless
Guileless and tactless
So generous with your serfs
Until you're remanded.
Honesty is guileless
Guileless and thick-headed
I'll die on the cross
To prove you a villain.

What's the good in being right
From such a lowly height?
What good are idle words
With no voice to be heard?
All vain and all loathsome
Childish and unwholesome
Crafty and deceitful
With no one your equal.
I lament that I am stuck with your boorishness.
Let us talk and reconcile. Pride goes down with bitterness.

One mustn't forget...

Honesty is guileless
Guileless and unforgiving
Your dreams will be crushed in a financial prison.
Honesty is guileless
Guileless and maddening
At least you've your health, but nothing for dignity.

What's the good in being right
From such a lowly height?
What good are idle words
With no voice to be heard.