The Whole Story of the Face

The face being only the tip of the iceberg
When the brow furrows into tight lines
And the eye narrow to sharp slits
And when the mouth makes a tight pout
There is a volcanic activity going on
Inside the depths of the heart
That is raging and clamoring to erupt
There is a boiling vengeance inside
Running in the veins everywhere
And the mind is feverishly scheming
And sketching heated deployment plans
For a tirade of very choice weaponry

Beyond the face a greater weight hangs
When the eyes droop and stare down
As if carrying a load much too heavy
And when the mouth drops in sadness
The heart is by unjust life overcome
Great oppression is afflicting the body 
And the mind is subdued and hopeless
There is a tyrannous giant inside
Roaming everywhere, inflicting terror
Nature plays the part of the betrayer
Aiding the oppressor in the deed
Of holding the poor heart a prisoner

Behind the face there is plenty going on
When the eyes are shining as brightly
As the stars that brighten the dark sky
When the mouth stretches from ear to ear
The heart has wings and is flying high
Jubilation is playing out in all its corners
A flood of joy is flowing in all the veins
Happiness has ascended to the throne
And gratitude is his most trusted aide
Mighty cries of victory are reverberating
All over the realms of the body
For the onlooker, it is a sight to behold