"Drop the Act" - by Brunilda Ternova

On your deathbed, hypocrite, will you still care,
For the arguments won, the pride you’d wear?
All the times you crowed, so “right,” so “bright,”
Clutching your truths in the fading light?
Knowledge amassed, a towering spree,
But does it hold weight in eternity?

Will you count your coins, your gold, your gain,
Or the steps you climbed through loss and pain?
The “spiritual” mask, the social race,
The hollow triumphs you fought to chase?
Hypocrite, pause - your standards bend,
You judge in others what you defend.

The gifts I gave, you weighed, you scorned,
Their size, their shape, your measured them,
Yet in your mirror, you refuse to see,
The flaws you damn in them, are in thee.
Hypocrite, please - drop the act, be true,
The lies you weave will bury you.

Stop pointing fingers, stop the charade,
The rules you dodge, the debts unpaid.
On that last bed, when shadows fall,
Will you regret? Or care at all?
Hypocrite, wakeup - before the end,
Live with the truth you failed to mend.
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[Copyright © BRUNILDA TERNOVA]

Note: The poem it's a stark a moral admonition. It functions as a mirror, challenging readers to examine their own lives, their values, and their authenticity, particularly in how they treat others and themselves. It serves as a powerful reminder that true worth is not found in external validation, material gain, or intellectual superiority, but in the courage to face one's own truth and live with genuine integrity, a truth that becomes inescapably clear on the deathbed. The poem urges a profound shift in perspective, before it's too late.