Fake Faces

The champion of the downtrodden
The bearer of goodwill
Is all but a masquerade
Painted faces on parade.

How can one be champion of the oppressed
When one refuses to hear all sides?
When one hides behind stone walls?
When one refuses to answer calls?

Tainting people’s reputation
-As if they’re nameless
-As if they’re strangers
We can’t understand the anger.

How hard is it to ask?
How hard is it to talk?
Must it come down to this?
-Cold. Amiss.