All the little games,
we play under our masks,
can get a little dark.
Hidden selfishness:
counterfeit sentiment.
Suffocating in a society,
so emotionally contorted,
while private crookedness,
runs the show,
and writes our public-persona’s lines.
This synthetic harmony,
of docile niceness,
lubricates and quenches,
with the sludge of brainless convention,
the friction that might ignite,
a revolutionary conscious confrontation,
with the truth lurking in our human hearts.
Political peace was always an impossibility:
for egos, like a multitude of lies, could never be synchronized.
Unity, arises from true love,
which beyond the mind,
requires true self-knowledge,
and bringing the whole self to light.