Hypocrisy
You say that you love rain.
But when it starts raining, you raise
your umbrella over your head.
You say you love the Sun.
But when it spreads its rays, you start
looking for shade.
You say that you love storm.
But when it starts blowing, closing doors and
windows, you alone get seated.
You say that you love man.
But when a poor man comes at your door in danger,
in anger and in scorn your face turns red.
You say you love revolution.
But when revolution knocks at your door,
you fall asleep fast on your bed.
O my Love, in that way
do you say to me 'I love you' each day?
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