Molehills

The yoke of my shoulders begins to sag…
Where Angels & Demons compete to nag.

“You should push back on an obvious lie.”
“Not every hill is a good place to die.” 

Arguments made against one another.
I weigh both under silence’s cover.

Not Angel nor Demon can use my voice.
I hold the mike & response is my choice.

Most are fibbing to themselves about truth.
Outing all deceits seems somehow uncouth.