Burrowing beneath the soft surface
They bore and bury and blow out soft soil so brown
Miles and miles they wind and wound the wealth of food
minding not the grinding pain that soon swells from their mounds
Rodents so ready to rid you of your radiance
Moles molest our meal sources.

They burrow beneath our trust
Camouflage their mission with loyalty
Seeking secrets to sell elsewhere for trust
Sinking your stake by sealed sincerity
Mission complete,burrow deeper away your burial a certified certainty
Moles gnore at our faith in openness.

Moles mark us out
Painless and priceless
On faces or other body surfaces
Might mark us out for murder
Though identity icons they be!