On the stage
is the one
he is not
smiles shakes hands
holds close and tight
he is right on spot.
Hides the real face
speaks and shares
like he is a saint
blamelessly white
open in the light
without a taint.
Busy in the act
to keep away the fact
he is on guard
audience gloats
over crisp anecdotes
any dissent debarred.
From a distance
some in silence
read it in bold
the gore in the glory
the gaps in the story
and all that's untold.
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 9:01 AM UTC
On the stage
is the one
he is not
smiles shakes hands
holds close and tight
he is right on spot.
Hides the real face
speaks and shares
like he is a saint
blamelessly white
open in the light
without a taint.
Busy in the act
to keep away the fact
he is on guard
audience gloats
over crisp anecdotes
any dissent debarred.
From a distance
some in silence
read it in bold
the gore in the glory
the gaps in the story
and all that's untold.
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