Mask of America
We sit and gaze from in our husks,
and gaze through our delicate masks.
our superficial filter-eyes
divert us from our tasks.
We hide ourselvesinside our heads
and tell our twisted lies.
We lie until it becomes truth,
even in our fractured minds.
What is the truth?
It's What we say!
We're Victors to the end.
The winners tell it as it is,
and every truth they bend.
Copyright © Syd Floyd | Year Posted 2009
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