It Is a Matter of Faces

It is useless to pour water
To a downward pot
Though it is necessarily critical 
In a drought of thirst

Person in pretence of sleep
It is difficult to wake up
Though it is necessarily critical
In a moment of danger

Adorable words accent and gestures
For the means of democracy
It is a witch of crazy
Though it is necessarily critical
In a state of power egoism

Forging smirking before the people
To conciliate hearts for votes and power
It is matter of fact today
Though it is necessarily critical
In a reflection before the mirror

Down to earth deconstruction
To purify the heart and mind
It is a matter of duty the day
Though it is necessarily critical
In the age of e- enlightenment 

Udaya R. Tennakoon
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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