Do you feel life is a charade?
Gents flirt with their façades
and ladies veiled by their masquerades.
Human nature is a labyrinth
it is sentiment that divides the rift.
With your whirling camera in motion
you tour us through the human condition.
Down the hallways and the party rooms
you capture all compassion with a zoom.
Once she peeped through the telescope
the grass turned a wasteland of no hope.
You, the poetic warrior
witness the skirmishes along the corridor.
The war of all against all
is the truth that will never stall.
They say it is the Grand Illusion
or is it our tragic delusions?
Where is the sacred river,
the cleansing spring to soothe our pain?
Maybe we all have our reasons
that is true for men of all seasons.
The fathers mock this as treason
but the mass will chant your name in unison.
All, for your unique vision.
-Dedicated to the one and only Jean Renoir-
By Edwin Law
26/7/2014
