Honesty In Dishonesty (Riddle) Poem by Bonics Bachinela

The sun's to veto darkness;
because, it depresses the light,
covered it with dusk to night,
infectious to a person
who borrowed the white feather,
pertinent for contemporary weather.

I am a person of rationalism,
compassionate and generous,
acting amorous for a cause.
in my mask of virtuousity,
I am honest in a way,
so defined in my eyes when i bray.

I hate dishonesty;
but, guilty of infidelity,
I can stand on my own
with integrity
if you'll painfully moan.

Loathing of dirty money,
a saint am i in generosity,
providing you the costly wealth
in vetoed honesty.

Never have i been guilty of treason,
for i am a person of wisdom,
witty and cunning
to commence every game;
but, if in games' encore
the climate so tempestuous,
blame the socially forbidden amor,
for superfluous money, we adore.

Please forgive my honesty
in forbidden dishonesty;
but, i am what i am,
behind your bedlam.