We don't care what you are in the light
The colour of your eyes, hair and skin
We don't care what you wear in the light
To hide your real self within
Chuck those masks, watch them fade
Time to burn the masquerade
What we are in the dark
Is completely equal
What you are in the dark
No one will know
Come whistle and dance
With all the unsung heroes
We've got 'til morning
To let it go
Or just stare at silhouettes so stark.
We don't care what you do in the dark.
YOU ARE READING
Anarchy
PoetryAnarchy. A swirl of topics: emotions, allusions to history, social issues... And somewhere in the maelstrom comes forth rhymes and prose. Note: If you can't be bothered to read all the poems (quite understandably), I've starred the better ones.
