The Mask I Wear.
See, I wear the mask of the clown
as hunger’s icy claws create a chilling scene
wallpapered over by a bubblegum and popcorn flat screen
while truth and justice in a sea of illusion drown.
As greed and wealth wear the emperor’s crown
I see poverty‘s yoke drive the labouring crowd
always their path in repression’s cloud
a macabre vision from village to town.
Hope a distant flickering flame
While justice is a moment on a TV screen
but in their lives, is rare and lean
a mere vacuous character in a cruel game.
Still I wear the mask of the clown
even as the rewards of my labouring skills
are nothing more than brightly coloured happiness pills
beads and bobbles to appease my menacing frown.
Time to cast off the mask, show my face
let my desires rise, my hopes expand
righteous anger wash illusions from our land
see justice and freedom in their rightful place
with the people hand in hand.