Poems ✍️
  30.04.2025
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Author: Langston Hughes

To Certain

You sicken me with lies,
With truthful lies.
And with your pious faces.
And your wide, out-stretched,
mock-welcome, Christian hands.
While underneath
Is dirt and ugliness,
And rotting hearts,
And wild hyenas howling
In you soul's wasteland.


  hypocrisy Disillusionment anger corruption

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