We walk about in colored array
Masked faces in this masquerade
Only seeing the guise that's displayed
Meandering until our minds have decayed
A shadow of what could have been
Becoming the whole of our sins
So imagine what a world it would be
If we all removed the mask of unanimity
Allowing our true self to be free
Never afraid of the face they might see
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem