Every one knows, no one ponders,
on the “mantras’ of goodness,
dried ink on books stacked,
on shelves of dust, forming,
the sands of time, best forgotten,
searching questions that are least comfortable

Every one knows, no one reaches within,
to practice what is preached,
religion, a “feel good” thing,
a “two minute high”, quick shot,
to fix the surfaces of the crumbling edifice,
with a fresh coat of paint.

Every one know, no one analyses,
spoken words on the podium of politics,
the “cliches” and the “bravado”
that hides the slinking cowardice,
plastic faces, rehearsed lines,
and in the gullies, the truth dies.

Every knows, no one admits,
the easiness of turning, a blind eye,
and try not to understand,
“what goes around, comes around”,
passing the parcel of blame,
and wager that the music will not pause.

Every one knows, no one waits,
to reflect in truth and sincerity,
the blare and the glare ensures,
numbed senses, on the fast!!! track,
where the external reigns supreme,
and the mirrors are broken with impunity.

Every one knows, no one acknowledges,
the fear of facing themselves,
the layers of make-believe,
the rituals of back slapping,”bon-homie”,
and the inebriation of “achievements” ensure,
the glint in the eye.