Hypocrisy

The sun that blackens the skin Does not also blackens the heart When cataract blurs the eyes Does not together blind the mind The presence of lice in the head Does not hinder good judgment That the legs are shaped K or O Does not define the direction one goes A splint of the eyes Also see the naked dance ahead Black is white that turns white black Is the result of your judgment You who sits like stump of iroko And judge with brain detached from head. From your nightmare of wild conjectures Arise to the spectrum of daylight reality!