Lying lips, a poisonous snare,

Weaving words that deceive and ensnare,

A sweet-talking trap that hides the truth,

A venomous bite that infects the youth.

With every falsehood, a toxic seed,

Is planted in the heart, a deadly deed,

The lips that lie, a weapon they wield,

To manipulate and control, to make us yield.

But we must beware, for poison spreads,

And lying lips can rot the heart and head,

Let’s seek the truth, the antidote we need,

To heal the wounds, to plant a garden of trust and deed.