Paper Mache Facade

Born of mush and slathered with glue
Layered on bottles empty and blue
Hastily painted in psychedelic hues
Preening for me, preening for you…

Faded and dried, now dusted with age
Cracked at the edges, peeling every page
Secrets concealed in slits of rage
Bursting forth from her rock-hard cage.

All who are weary wonder out loud
Casting about for wisdom in clouds
Carrying on, in lock-step with the crowd
Waiting for justice, waiting to be proud.