Sunday

Beware the mask
a man likes to wear.
The one that says
kindness,
compassion,
care.

Behind it
deception holds.
Lies that reach
to manipulate,
abuse,
control.

The true face is hatred.
Warmth is only
what he shows.
Malice sits
behind the smile.

We worship the wealthy.
Leave the poor
to fend.
Turn our backs
on the hungry,
the homeless,
the unknown.

Greedy by nature.
Driven by lust
for money
or the body.
We trade our morals.
Let the principles fall.
Sell the soul
for the promise of it all.

The mask stays on
as he goes.
On Sunday
he removes it
when he kneels to pray.

This is the world
as I see it.
No sugar.
No spice.
No gimmicks.
No lies.

Stand at the mirror.
Take a good look.

The face you conceal
may belong to you
and me.
The mask fools others.
The truth stays unseen.

But the face we hide
is the face
we have always been.