And once called out, depicted in reality, in context, 

They belligerently decried it as a lie, thereby assuring that it was all true,

Because they were liars by constitution, ruled by hate, though they claimed love, 

Feigning deep umbrage at the accusation, when they were offended by everything aimed at them, 

“Tuff guys,” whose inferiority was as blatant as their cowardice, 

And as deaf to the truth as she wished she could be. 

The ugly, unattached ones swarmed her, looking for advantage but not love. 

She could see it for herself, if she bothered to look, 

The shallowness and insincerity of their lives, their faith … 

The emptiness in their words, the by-rote acting.

She was guilty of it too. 

They offered the world nothing but arrogance, ignorant children, and abuse of a subtle type.

She knew he was right, as they left no other conclusion, left no doubt. 

They had no substance with which to refute it. 

She could see it, if she wanted to, but she did not. 

She wanted to prove him wrong, at any cost. 

And, so, she gave them unearned cover and missed the worst among them, 

One who did not profess their politics, was not openly a traitor, though it made no difference, 

As it was all for self-advantage, prioritizing themselves over everyone else. 

She managed to miss the devil in her midst, the personification of lustful deviance and illness, 

Though, maybe, judging by her past choices … she simply didn’t notice him by design. 

But his truth made no dent in anything, as she had consigned herself to misery with them or their ilk.