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Masks


MASKS

 

Success in society is like a brick wall

You climb and you climb, but you just start to fall

In a world filled with judgment and hate

Some have it all while some never ate

 

Selfish and cruel is how we can be

While those who are kind get lost in the sea

The sea of life, of people and places

The gentle are scared of unfamiliar faces

 

It makes no sense how the rich don’t share

With those who have nothing who do nothing but care

And when you have everything and some have nothing

Doesn’t it make sense to share at least something?

 

But sharing seems like the worst you can do

When the worst you can do is love nothing but you

And some love everyone and everything grand

But their wrists are slashed by the blade in their hand

 

 

And sometimes people are the cause of those slashes

The fire in their words turn the innocent to ashes

We abuse each other and we don’t even know

That the people we abuse hurt themselves, but don’t show

 

Violence is peace for those who are suffering

But we never stop to think, “Who’s caused them their suffering?”

Pain can be eased by kindness and caring

So what kind of mask must you be wearing?

 

   To cause pain is to wear a mask

From fist, to words, to knife, to flask

The mask hides reason, so we must show

Why we do the things we do, forgive and let go

 

Take off your mask, let your feelings be free

Everyone wears a mask, even you even me

Together we can break the mask of crime   

And together, we may be just fine    

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