Mask Of Deceit Poem by Tony-Cemaluk Egbuonu

In costly climes, they masquerade with ease,
Wreaking havoc, leaving woes to seize.

Their tattered masks, like worn-out mats,
Conceal their greed, as they lick juicy pears and chat.

Are they not peers, in fertile lands?
They are, yet they prioritize their own hands.

They nurture pears, but neglect the common good,
Leaving the masses with none, their needs unwithstood.

With cloaked tones, they jest and improvise,
Dancing to lofty lullabies, with selfish sighs.

Unmasked in mansions, built on common ground,
They neglect the future,
Neglecting the future growth.