When The Masks Drop Poem by Keshab Mansukhani

Sooner than later, the mask will drop
And the lack of compassion shall be seen.
Bloated egos too will one day pop
Because manufacturing fear, is just being mean.

Blind followers too, shall look for actions not words
As sacrifices must be made, not merely asked.
And while made up enemies can drive people into herds
Not even via faith, can extreme hunger be masked.

Your hidden biases will stop playing hide & seek
When the body count is one day taken.
Then the poor, marginalised & even the meek
Will from their nightmarish slumber, be awakened.