Patterns undeniable.
Stitched to conceal
A seamlessness of misdeeds.
With a portrayal of purity...
Even those kneeling in prayer,
Suspect.
These routines are meant to disguise.
To hide intentions as days go by.
Without a light to shine upon the dark things done.
But a higher consciousness arrives.
And with eyes closed,
So much is exposed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
stitched to conceal good words