Hypocrisy Poem by Peter Eliastam
Hypocrisy
My natural self a son of Sodom and Gomorrah,
A fugitive from God, have done unnatural things
Without a hint of horror and a heart of flint.
Amazing is the wrong intent with which my life is spent
While blazing from my mouth such high ideal
In smile after smile of verbal bric-a-brac to mask
The lack of much I claim to be aback of my
Religious zeal. I reel with inconsistency.
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