All humanity trusts,
Unless you speak to those who don’t.
They are the victims,
They are the trustworthy.

She stood waiting at the door,
Waiting for a man she loved.
He came and made love to her,
But she never again spoke of it.

He watched his partner leave,
Two men came,
Shot was he for trusting
A man he called ‘friend.’

They listen intently,
Listening to a man explain
About their future
When he left, so did all their hopes and dreams.

When you say “Trust me” to anyone,
Mean it.
So many haven’t
And so many lost their trust.