Waiting for Change

Shattered,
forget a quiver,
equality can not be reduced,
So what is it that shadows your compassion?

Forget my perceptions, the essence of life. Caste me.
Obliterate the virtues which give me security,
beat onwards for wealth, wholly money,
fittingly the wealth that appeases your ghost,
elaborate yourself nothing is gained,
humanity is absent,
and yet, you abstain from this pain.

The world is vulnerable and it derives from you,
Stemming from branches of the forest of detachment,
In which lies the destuction of mankind.

Waiting for Change

rebagrace

Taunton, United Kingdom

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