Human Bestiary

Wear your illusions

You wear your vanity unabashed

Driven by starving desire to appear

What you are not inside and wasn't born to be:

Your tell-tale mask that you hold dear!


Wear your illusions, your ingenuity

Find shelter under their thin veil.

Wear your illusions, your ingenuity,

You just hide what is hauntingly real!


We are spectres driven by vanity

Along an endless quest in search of what?

The tower of confidence can't be built

With what alone can be shamelessly bought.


Wear your illusions, your ingenuity

Find shelter under their thin veil.

Wear your illusions, your ingenuity

Forsake your true soul for being frail.


This poem is an accusation at the immoral world of High Fashion and the raping of artistry that pseudo-artists like stylists are committing in the name of financial gain and fame. Art should not be enslaved by superficial appearance.

In honour of Tanya Gold's brave article against fashion that appeared in The Guardian recently.