There lies a face that can't be seen,
There hides a world that's unclean,
Mask over another, wearing a new color...
What's real is not clear!
Year after year, some decades pass!
Beliefs get ripped, if you poke that nose!
Some questions remain unanswered...
But, is that what you chose?
When we know we know something,
Until we realize we knew nothing,
About a thing that we thought we were proud of,
That thing whose mask kept changing!
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