Wear Mask Of Beauty

Wear Mask Of Beauty
© Surazeus
2024 03 08

The man who suspects that nothing is real 
walks through all doorless walls so he can feel 
anguish of suffering that people conceal 
which he captures on acute movie reel 
in vain attempt to analyze our souls 
through how we choose to perform social roles. 

The man who sutures camera in his brain 
films daily routine of the lonely man 
who rides two hours to work on the steel train 
and ignores bright angels because he can, 
but he gets bored and reads the evening news 
while ex-slaves on street corners play the blues. 

The elevator bears him to Cloud Nine 
where he calculates spreadsheets of gold mines 
with focus to increase profit from wine 
till he is startled by weird end-times signs 
because the blind singer on the street sees 
how the world will be reborn in prophecies. 

Racing with fear-beating heart down stairwell, 
the man who only wants to marry well 
kneels panting before the prophet in Hell 
and inquires ancient secrets he can tell, 
but blind bard continues to play guitar 
till the banker leaves in long silver car. 

The lonely man in mansion on the hill, 
who refuses to pay for any bill, 
wonders whom he should name in his last will 
while he wanders bemused by haunted rill 
where ghost of his daughter whistles with birds 
whose wings describe Heaven with glowing words. 

Sailing his yacht on the star-sparkling sea, 
the lonely rich man stares at empty sky 
to lament how he just wants to live free 
while poor workers slave in his factory 
because he managed to close all the schools 
and paid lawmakers to rewrite the rules. 

After his grand movie wins gold awards, 
the filmmaker explains in interviews 
the best subjects of satires are landlords 
who are just too greedy to bribe the Muse, 
but poor people who pray in church still vote 
for the false messiah who steals their coat. 

The man who pretends that nothing is fake 
falls in love with the woman who decides 
to wear mask of beauty that devils make, 
so he tries to control wild ocean tides 
that hurl our Ship of State at hidden rocks 
where sirens manipulate global stocks.