Beneath the slick, airbrushed surface skin,
The wild, rebellious blood rages.
Behind the world of staged appearance,
Lies the bitterest reality.
Beneath the contrived illusory light
Lie the cold, hidden realms of darkness.
Behind the commercialised designs,
The dishevelled truth of poverty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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