The Association Of Hypocrites
We are all sages and have no rage,
We sit with the gauge, those can easily judge,
When the brains splurge, those touch the valves to indulge,
The racing of the fluids to merge,
The beautiful smile on the face doesn’t change,
When the sage in us acting on the stage,
Wearing of the will as the sludge,
Hammer to knock the heads that emerge,
Protected is our well being, adorning a badge,
Trust us as we trust you all huge,
The hypocrisy is not the bad hatch,
As it saves the hearts from spillage,
Great people are the great hypocrites,
Having the gunny sacks for emotional deposit,
Staying in a room, while their followers await,
With anxiety in their mind and spirit,
Hypocrites enjoy each and every moment,
Sitting behind the curtain and peeping through the slot,
One of their eyes only closed, while the mass is blinded to be inert.
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