Queerer than queerer is the game
not to the self, to others we blame
always......
and ponder not on the acts
and their roots, the thoughts
behind them the emotions
who happens to act, know we the
fact?
In knowing, seen is the disease
or the diseased,
with shiny and glow skin
veiled the wounds, pus, stinking
but outside beautifully a painted wall
though clean outside
reflection comes from inside.
See yourself, then the game reveals its
mystery ; reveals who is guilty
and here the real eyes come along
with a unity, love and compassion song.