Pity seems benign, but it is poison
Smiling condescension strangles the soul
Better invisible than looked down on
Better a diamond mistaken for coal
Be mindful of the paradise within
However hellish the visible life
Do not read as the wages of some sin
Betrayal by the body, which yields strife
Those who cannot move slack, traitorous limbs
Can stalk with leopard grace through jungle dreams;
Voices unable to join in loud hymns
Secretly sing of being beyond seems
Treated as objects, subjects soon shrivel
Spare the prince within the pauper’s drivel
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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