The core of pain in the bubble of gain

 

So much darkness

under the sunny façade of a bright noon,

So many vulgarities

hidden beneath polished etiquettes,

So much pain and suffering

stocked under confident, smiling faces,

So much hate hidden in seemingly kind hearts,

Funeral songs lurking below gay festivities,

So much pain swallowed by bright eyes,

A kind of grey darkness from inside

flushing something to the surface

that we call good, hope, joy, happiness, lawful

and natural as it should be.