Fed With Lies…

When the irrationalities of the world

Are tryin’ to hit

With a double power

Of the systematically deployed strategy

I’m hidin’ from them

Inside the cocoon made

From warmth of emotions, truthful intentions, and

The strongest weapon a human can made

From nothin’ apart

One’s mind

Open, vigilant, inquisitive

Never judgin', only perpetually ponderin'

From which products was made

This brittle substance around

Me

Watered with tears

Descendin’ like waterfalls

On paradise islands

As we think

Yet not the people livin’ within

I’ll always wonder what they could get

Sayin’ things placed opposite truth?

Peace of mind, domination, fame ?

Or perhaps lettin’ fear

Take over my actions

To cover their constantly curious conundrum

And have satisfaction

From my unfulfilled defence ?

*

To abusers from A. C.’s crowd

*

22 June 2021

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