Charade Parade

Hate begets hate, Fatality it’s sure fate, The belly of the sated, Churned by hatred, The lame marching in defiance, Gossips in one alliance, The mute raise their voices in harmony, As partakers in the ceremony, Eavesdropping was the pastime of the deaf, Whistling amused the children with lip and palate cleft, The blind bystanders look in awe, Stunned by the things they saw, Acid bath victim ignored by the law, Hides behind layers of make up in an effort to conceal her flaw, Nuns soliciting on the avenues, Parading as women of easy virtue, Best friends maintain strangle holds on each other’s throats, While arch enemies raise glasses to toast, Sterile men make a show of their genitalia, Putting post menopausal octogenarians in lustful hysteria, Making boast of their sexual prowess while puffed up with self importance, Despite their impotence.