Desperately trying to stay afloat in the world wide web
Finding more takers than givers; destroyers than builders
Destroying and hiding from devils’ eyes lurking in cobwebs
Only to be ensnared by one; images enough to bewilder
Before long, this decent man drowns in words of love
Truth? Lies? Manipulation? Agenda? All convincing
Problem is it’s fast, quick like a lightning bolt from above
Love at first glance? No, they weren’t in the same place existing
Time went on; words of love flowed freely, promises of eternity made
In her world, who knows what was happening, in his? Life focused on her
He plotted, planned, dreamed of life ahead; On her side, she hid that extra spade
The trump card that would seal all, lure him in and keep him in and with her
Before long, the trump card was played, that spade, “Give me the money.”
“Yes, my darling,” he replied. “Anything for you.” Cash he sent away
Cash was taken but before long, he began to see the future wasn’t so sunny
“Give me more money. I need it, my darling…” For her, it became child’s play
More money was spent by him, sent and grabbed; for her? An easy mark
But still, even now, they were never in the same place, never eye-to-eye
Yet, still, he was convinced of a future. She? Convinced she had her mark
Then came the video calls – she never seen; he WAS – yet another lie
Before long the man comes to see the money has vanished
The demands upon him by his “true love” have not; they’ve grown
False deposits, false checks now hit his bank and don’t quite…vanish
They’re caught, trapped by the bank – and the law – the cover blown
Now his beloved changes – no longer adoring she blames him for all
Bewildered he knows he’s done everything, but now abandoned
To answer the questions of the law and of the bank’s call
Never, did he think for a moment, his beloved would leave him stranded
To each his own, the man realizes he’s been fooled by a con
Based in a foreign land, a professional at their craft, has fooled many
His dream of a future shattered, his bank account ruined, he must go on
Hand over all he has or face the law; where is she? Onto her new “honey”
And the cycle starts anew…
Photo by Edwin Andrade on Unsplash
Wow!True story in the write.I can relate to that.When you’ve done so much for a person,then they live.
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