Double-Faced Mask
What are you hiding? Take off the mask!
I saw your son on the ground
His figure part of the unwanted trash
A little life wasted by your hand.
I saw your mother die alone
Forgotten by your vanity
As you paid worth disdain, her pain, tears and sweat.
I saw you on mass today with your mad on
Showing empathy to the sad life of a man,
A man just like the one whose heart you torn
Whose pain drove him to his end.
I've seen you without a mask
I know who you really are
And you know as well that you can't hide
So go on and take off the mask!
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