Traitor (Poetry)

Not what he seems - the quiet man
with pale, myopic eyes,
unnoticed in the nameless crowd,
his greyness his disguise.

He is the man who plants the bomb;
transmitter of sly code;
the tenant of a bedsit down
a neat, suburban road.

Respectable, professional,
his type engenders trust
while flicking through top-secret files -
a duster seeking dust.

He is the worm invisible,
a canker in the wood,
unobserved, his camouflage
blends evil tones with good.

He is the one who deals in death
and trades in acts of war;
the infiltrator in our midst;
the traitor to the cause.

Anonymous adversary -
the police are looking for
a shadow in an overcoat -
the man that no one saw.