Hang With Shame.

The garb over the one
 the clad  over the other
a hide of the  one
 a conceal of the other
 am I going round and round?
Well, I have to
 the flaws I see around
 make me angry
pronounce a  provoke
ignite a fury
 a puritan  in the fore
 turns a sadist  at the back
 a saint with a smile
 is a devil in a style
 yet I believed him all through
 sympathized with him all through
I bang my head for my treason
I hang my head down with shame.