κάλλος
What are humans
Without screens
To hide the pain
The scars
The truth
To hide the thing
We truly
Are.
No more lipstick
No more code
No more hiding
Heart fully
Exposed.
Some are beautiful
Some are ugly
Some are
What the picture
Denies.
Destory the
Lie
Uncover the
Wonderful
Truth.
This poem is about:
My country
Our world