Mask, diamonds and fancy dress;
their soul chokes under the glittery mess.
I think that it would be better if you made Mask, fancy, and mess plural. It would just sound so much better, as diamonds is plural.
Joy, happiness, for them they beg;
they all are slaves with chained legs.
This sounds so.... true. Everyone wants to be happy. That's what we look for when we do things. And, if I'm comprehending right, you're saying they're slaves of society. They're just like everybody else, and always wearing what everyone else is. Great job!
Kudos to you big time on this wonderful piece of very raw, true and amazing poetry. Great job.
