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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The esteemed guests streamed into the candle lit Foyer and dissolved into a sea of idle courtly ritual, Landowners, majors, magistrates, slender maidens And fair matrons all slithered into the modestly gilded hall so Discreetly adorned by understated gluttony. Their lofty manners, Their shield ; their feigned courtesy, disguise for icy hearts. Only a thin veneer of silky decorum coats their acrid tongues, For them, honest men are but emotional beasts to be Snared and skinned by slander most gleeful and vicious, Leaving in their wake their perverse masterpieces— Hollow shells that would make a taxidermist proud. Petaled confetti is set adrift upon powdered faces and intricate wigs lost in Laughter, Chatter, and the Clatter of soles ; and as Measured gaits of the Minuet Mingled ‘Mongst The Music and Morphed into the Milieu, well bred ladies politely pricked with veiled Slights of envy, and the men indulged their ornery humor, turning giddy at the sight of Misery, their openly secret delight. Meandering through the dense meadow of decadent masters are the servants who carry Silver platters of pheasants and plum wine. Their obedient stony facades hide hearts That lust after larceny. Birds of the same feather, separated only by station. Alas! Heaven cries as it looks down to judge…….King Yama lets out a sigh and asks: In this hall of monsters, who is modest still? In this world of wickedness, who is upright still? In this land of lies…..who is honest still? Poem released into Public Domain Original published on my blog: purelandsutras.wordpress.com
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