Wednesday, October 3, 2018

His Fake Gilded Walls

His Fake Gilded Walls
© Surazeus
2018 10 03

The way we talk to each other with eyes
that gaze beyond wall of mortality
is not the trick to hide truth within lies
however much each personality
molds itself to the mask parents provide
as I become myself with humble pride.

Our social get-together in the park,
where movies are recorded by smart phones,
spirals wordless lust for truth after dark
reflected by weird dreams of nameless clones
who share stories about money success
they read in books about mental progress.

The waitress and the farmer flirt for fun,
while the mechanic and the painter sing,
laughing together about the blind sun,
though the carpenter fingers wedding ring
since every new day is the same routine,
till haughty princess arrives on the scene.

We are the citizens of our lost town,
waiting for our messiah to return,
meanwhile we vote for the mafia clown
who rips us off pretending to be stern,
and never notice when our empire falls
collapsing under his fake gilded walls.

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