The Devil Wears A Mask Poem by Randy McClave

I heard the pounding of the fist
I saw people’s names written on a list
Lies and prejudice was screamed and spoken
My soul, my humanity had then awoken
Men carried bibles, and some a gavel
Someday in heaven their stories would unravel
And this one question to them I did ask
Did you not know, the Devil wears a mask.

Them who incites with bigotry and hate
As though it is their destiny and their fate
Someday soon they will meet their end
Then into the depths of regret they will descend
On the face of a clown he will wear his disguise
But not for the purpose of contempt and lies
Into a darkness many people will bask
Did you not know, the Devil wears a mask.

I walked down the street then around a corner
There I ran into a saddened mourner
He had spoken of the people he had affected
And the truth and honesty that he had rejected
The people he had trusted and truly believed
They lied and cheated and then deceived
He then spoke about his final task
The Devil he said, will always wear a mask.

Our Children are us they are our mold
Then they become us when they get old
They look at us and watch us and see what we do
How they think and act will be like me and you
A dishonest and corrupt man he will change his clothes
A rich or powerful man will turn up his nose
Someday we might drink from the very same flask
But the Devil he drinks too, and he always wears a mask.

Randy L. McClave