The Painted Veil

Step outside and don your regalia:
pretty in gem-toned velvet, silk, and lace, 
you are dressed to the nines; you’re acceptable,
so long as you cover your face. 

You march single file. 
You never skip a beat.
Just follow along behind 
as the arrows keep you neat. 

No unapproved color.
No sharpness to taste.
No wonderment to save,
everything is vanilla-paced. 

What rose would smell as sweet? 
If all the flowers smelled the same? 

You have lost your innocence
in this death-cult mask-erquade. 
This veil is a purity test
and only the most pious can be saved.

In a society devoid of reality, 
is the painted veil needed to separate
the tainted from the pure blood
centralized, master race.

No unapproved speech.
No unfamiliar safe-space.
No beauty worth to save. 
Your life has become an enclave. 

What is this veil that keeps you enslaved?
If it means you walk alive in your grave? 

You march in rows and columns.  
You never miss a chance
to kneel before your feudal masters
for that all-important favored glance.

undawnted

A writer at heart, Undawnted's own creative spark, DL Mullan, began writing short stories and poetry before adolescence. Ms. Mullan decided to showcase her literary talents by publishing collections of her poems. She also writes novels, designs...

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