My first poem

They all now had praised him with honour

His face was layered to fool the others

The layers will deepen further in sin

But the fooled are too blind to see it through him

The scarred will have themselves held in disappoint for the gullible

And the gullible will never know if he was a saint

 Or they might not ever care of what he’s done was justifiable

What he had done to the harmed was never enough to spread

As the harmed and the scarred will never be peacefully lulled to bed

The trauma will be placed somewhere in their mind; back or front

As they watch the failure the society has come

When will the asleep become awake — for the awake to now be sound asleep?

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