A girl was walking down the crooked street.
The feel of fallen leaves falling at her feet.
As the wind rushes and cooled her soft hair,
She tied her untied shoelaces in pair.
Then she looked at the bench for she had care;
In what she saw have brought her in despair.
A clown sitting with his colorful suit,
Such vibrant colors painted, even his boots.
She did not move for she had been frozen,
Her heart beats like “second is to dozen.”
She was scared, always been afraid of clowns;
They are frightening all the kids in town.
She was aware of what she was seeing;
This humorist was smiling yet frowning.
Out of curiosity, her fear was gone.
Then sat on the bench, not thinking to run.
She wanted to know what was the problem
Of the funny man who loves sarcasm.
The clown looked with his fake green eyes.
She could see the sadness beneath that lies.
“If I may ask, are you alright?” said she.
Argued the clown, “I might look fine, you see,
I have this enormous smile upon me
Because of being me that is not me.
This smile that is fake, what a piece of cake!
It is the world that drowns us in a lake.”
Confused, squinted eyes, her only response.
He said, “If you hear the music, then dance.”
“Pardon me, sir. I do not understand.
But would you like me to give you a hand?”
“No, no. I need not your help, young lady.
But I want you, dear, to not forget me;
My face and my spoken words in riddles
Do not ever have your thumbs in twiddles.”
Twelve years later, the girl, now a woman—
Enlightened woman, as bright as a sun—
Lives in a world where faces are hidden.
Much worse, all enlightening truth are forbidden.
The words spoken by the clown are all true.
If you want to know, I will give you a clue.
Now, before you can give your own conclusion,
I ask you to use our dear imagination.
This world that I speak of is quite a cruel one.
All these wars getting worse, what have we done?
Everywhere acts of felony today can be seen.
Liars and thieves as leaders! Why cannot we be so keen?
I cannot seem to think which one is worse
Each depending on the intention of course:
Is it those who cause suffering to the innocent?
Or those who are oblivious who act innocent?
Some would go miles just to trick their neighbors.
Most are not God-fearing; not hearing His knocks on their doors.
All are responsible for Mother Nature’s destruction.
All are responsible for environmental degradation.
Like the clown, these people do not know who they are.
Are they happy, sad, or confused from afar?
Now if you, one day, see The Clown around the bend,
I assure you, he wants only your ears for you to lend.
He will speak of the world who knows all pretends.
Beware of the clowns! This is how my poem ends.