The Masks
Tearing irony,
howling sarcasm,
coming out of dribbling mouths,
blood-staining hyenas,
exhausted vampires.
To self-learn the art of hatred,
Just from mask-faces without dynamism,
This is the famous Shakespearean dilemma,
That comes, resuscitates like an atavism.
Tossing in the bed of hypocrisy,
amongst drinks that suffocate in frenzy,
this is the post-modern heroism,
simple, surviving of the humanity.
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