What if we wore
the marks of our sorrow,
tear stained trails 
aquafied on flesh.

Lust filled dalliances
smeared in red,
over our lips and chin
in tattletale tattoos.

Little black marks for
every foul word uttered.

Would illicit affairs,
crocodile tears,
and the verbal sullying
of our fellow man
vanish almost completely
from the human race?

Like the Mark of Cain,
the Scarlett Letter,
we would be branded
with a color-message
of who we really are
behind the masks we wear.

No more eyes that hide deceit
with practiced innocent gazes,
lips that taint love
behind closed doors,
and vocabulary that poisons
the honor of others.

Like leper colonies
such colored people
would be shunned by
the populace at large,
in sincere efforts to keep
their own pure faces intact.

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Randy Behavior 7 years ago from Near the Ocean

Ya! Why didn't God think of that?

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Jess Killmenow 7 years ago from Nowheresville, Eastern United States

Interesting. A thought provoking poem.

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