Mask
hypocrisy well hidden
under the mask,love squeaks a tale so high
with a bayonet like tongue;
sweet speech a poisonous dart
flatten by praises rotten
sadden by wording hell
the poor hypocrites
veil well their creed
so, afar humanity wander
without realizing the mask worn
and the creed remains - masked.
gentle words pour in abundance
scarcely meet the human spirit
man ceasing in gradual stoop
as low as a vulture's meal.
tyranny held high up
straining necks of the masses
woes on earth forever new
adding wound on fresh scars
mankind pride with face masked.
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