They Are Not Facades

Sighs alliterate
Jazz in heart ceases to rhyme
Art turns artless
And science becomes unscientific
Wizards’ charms drip their effect
Sages’ wisdom wears broken frames

When the melody of miseries
Are sung at homes and streets
When proud branding
Of mankind is carried out
Weak
Poor
Rustic
Girl
Inadequate

Hey,hold! Hang on!
Not their liberty
Not their dreams
Can you look with your eyes
At the uncontaminated smiles
On their countenance
Are they facades
With the animate glossy veneer?
©jeyforyou

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