Hypocrisy and Insanity


This filthy man whose laughter is hollow

Chasing his thoughts and tracing his sorrow

A nameless footprint too many


A tiny footnote in a broken story

He cries but no one hears


The cold wind dried his tears


A broken trinket in a dispensable world


A dirty piece of tattered robe unfurled.


Maybe he knew the one called sadness


Felt the demon’s deceitful caress


But he’d gotten lost inside his own maze


His confusion hidden by an empty face


They saw his outward gruesome decay


Unworthy to walk the world they say


To the beleaguered there is great animosity


From the mediocres who’d defined acceptability


The world is torn to pieces by the jagged teeth of hypocrisy


Masked to the bones by the holographic idea of humanity


We dig graves and bury our tainted souls away


And then we resume our righteous roles in this tragic play.

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