The Charade

They put on a show

With ribbons and lights

With dancers and tricks

To keep the people occupied

In pleasant lies

As the mages behind the curtain

Dabble in their dirty deeds of humanity

Hypocritical in their charge

One who has seen both sides

Can understand the real clowns are not on the stage

They demand of you your life

To play into their trick

Allow them to give you happiness

They promise so much

But it costs you

To be numb and mindless

Making you become a stranger to your soul

Your heart buried

Desires snuffed

They ring their hands with power

Because they tempted you with morality

A spiritual guarantee

You so easily let them have their way

Morality meant to be found in self

Not in these walls of twisted humanity

Elizabeth Almeida ©2021