The Masquerade (Poem)

 by Gitanjali Thiagarajah
(May 10, Melbourne, Sri Lanka Guardian) 

The masks fashioned

The dialogues rehearsed

Lights, camera……
The soulless performance

Each role, an empty pretence

One lie merges into another

Till one wonders what happened to humanity

A fleeting moment of knowing tears

A faint cry for justice

Covered with the hideous mask of lies

An honest soul so dear to find

Even the white robes soiled deep inside

Justice, truth and trust, they too don their masks

And play their parts
How it must ache for the master to see

His creation turning aside from destiny

A masquerade! We live our lives in vain

Alas! We fail to see

Judgment will rise one day and will be for eternity

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