Rashid Pelpuo writes

Dirges of Shame

In the hidden corner of the eye
Eager drops of tears
Shock a pulsating heart.
The heart in feign agony
Raised the crowbar
That broke into the vessel
That tore down a soul
Cannot now see how a tear
Could drop in any pity
In its defiance

The dirges pour
In songs without chorus
Throbbing of drums
Without rhythm
Sobs in vain agony
Crowds out genuine grief

Between two sides
Of fair and foul
The isles begin to sing
To tell how public grief
Turns private smiles

Yet the songs rank loud
Deep in the gorge
Commemorating a hero
Consumed in malice,
Rent to pieces
By the same mouths
That sing in grief

In that confined moment
The corpse in shroud
Inspired by trudging truth
Rose from the dead
To change the tunes to questions
About why dirges
Tell false stories,
About why hate with allies
Follows corpses to their graves
Wielding daggers of pretense
In concealed façade

But in momentous resolution
The truth pops up
In happy cheers
to tell about the heart
that kills in happy smiles
and the betraying façade
that drops tears in
pretending dirges
and this is how truth grew
In redeeming missions
From the unknown
To keep the balance
 
 Brutal Façade -- Kevin John Pocock