Musical Chairs

People who accuse others of lieing,
When their entire lives have been based upon...
Well,
Delusional comforts!
And other conveniences to keep truth,
A distant entity.
Are reasons why those in most communities,
Have difficulty achieving unity.

Honesty is treated,
As if everyone is attending a masquerade party.
And trading masks as if a game of musical chairs,
Is being played.

And those chairs...
Instead of a subtraction done?
When the music stops?
They are added to accomodate those joining the charade.
And that's how that game is played today.
With many folks getting tired of this,
To leave the party and their costumes behind!

They prepare for new days to approach.
Knowing they have to come!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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