You are Unmasked…
Even when I like what you’ve said
I don’t believe you mean it
Or that you will achieve it
Without a greater cost to something else.
I think your pseudo empathy
Masks patronising sympathy –
That you’ve become Transparency itself.
Oh, I can see right through your spin –
You wear it like a fragile skin
That bares the places you have been
And your commitment to your sin.
Can’t pay, won’t pay, don’t care, won’t share
Shift the blame, the cost – don’t spare
Your spite, your guile, your vitriol –
It masks your fear
That we all know:
The world is slipping out of your control.