I grew up feasting
my eyes on the hypocrites
Their speeches heightened

And they grew grey hairs
feeding from the swamp, stomach
wars and woes, shame void

The swamp had been a
haven where harvests of deceit
heaped up for years long

The hypocritic
rises out of the shamed swamp
their feet sank deeper

I am growing still
witnessing how time migrates
against them, with cuffs

*Inspired by the text prompt