People were making merry,
Something was awry,
Was it the gloominess of my heart?
That obscured me,
From cheerfulness of the cavalcade,
And painted my canvas dark,
It was a street party,
But gory I felt,
Defeating thoughts,
Cast me down,
I felt I was in a pageant
Where my pain was paraded,
Put on trial in public,
Where the tragic story of my fate,
Was told, retold
Injuries to my heart,
Were on display
But it hardly mattered…
The spectacle threw light
On the heart of a deceitful man,
On the darkness of a society,
That had turned,
Everything into a bloody business,
Money, Money and More Money
And we were players,
In this procession,
Serving our time,
On this earth…
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