How we hide it, our fear.
In vaults inside vaults inside vaults,
and under our eyelids even.
We do not hide, on the contrary,
our rage, but flaunt it,
and think it natural
and even cool.
You can see it in my eyes,
but in this society we hardly ever
look at the eyes, except to seek there lies.
Let us make a pact
to look there, and there,
and promise to care
if we see truth
staring back at us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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