We Wear the Mask
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!
My Comments: Recently came across this poem alluded to in a post. It rings so true in so many ways in the lives of us all, especially brothers and sister of the darker hue. Dunbar’s poem travel through time today as in his time. How long will we have to bear the burden of such guile…how long?