The Clown, The Criminal and The Conformist
The Clown
He wears a smile in his face
Brings laughter to our days
But behind that make-up lies
The aura that cries
The Criminal
He watches and sees,
Hides in street alleys
But back home there lives
His child of innocence and peace
The Conformist
He may look like an angel
Righteousness is what his words and actions spell
But if only thoughts could kill
If only the mind could give one the chill
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