The People

What seems like an ocean
is nothing but a mere drop
What we all see is but a facade
hiding the beast that lurks within

The smiles – fake
The laughter – scornful
The face – an impostor
The love – a deceit

‘Cause inside we all grimace
what it outside seems a grin
As the masquerades covering our faces
conceal the loathe within
For all that we do is a sin
hidden in the din of the hymn
Hoping that our foolishness is washed away
behind the screens of the great pray

Our faith – a lie
Our trust – a joke
As false talks emerge
topped with junk and coke

But truth stands still as
men come and go
clutching the fakeness
lest they should forego
As with sloth they relish their body
with lie their soul

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