"Funhouse Mirrors"

Look into the eyes     

vacant sockets   

hollowed by decadence      

and despair   

distortions of reality   

rippled and waved by experiences   

your view, my view     

righteous and indignant   

warped by conspiracy   

Look at the smile  

deceitful daggers  

grotesque with innuendo   

and disbelief    

twists of faith   

buckled and bent by interpretations   

your view, my view   

dishonorable and  corrupt   

perverted by unknowns  

Look for the Truth   

barren words  

spoken through slanders     

and mystique  

sleight of hand   

molded and modified by consequences  

your view, my view  

devout and extreme   

destroyed by secrecy   

Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman