To Self Inflict It

'Harvesting a pity decreases peace.'

A keeping of a biasness,
In inner cities to infest.
Has left many to regret,
Lost identities to respect.

Duped and drugged,
On impressions to make.
Mask wearing people claim a faith,
To fake.
Charading their beliefs to leave,
Imitations.
And degradations.

Anguish.
To self inflict it.
Sorrows to have borrowed.
To self inflict it.
And complaints.
Shared everyday.
Yet praying for a rescue.
But from who.

Undermining.
To self inflict it.
Overload with woes.
To self inflict it.
And entertaining lifes,
Remaining unchanged.

Pain sustained.
To self inflict it.
Playing the same games.
That are self inflicted.
Then under steeples on knees to weep.
Blaming other people,
For their own misdeeds.

Anguish.
To self inflict it.
Sorrows to have borrowed.
That are self inflicted.
And woes they will not let go.
With wishes to self inflict.

'Harvesting a pity decreases peace.'
Yet an evil is kept worshipped.
Religiously.
Just to remind,
The people of their agonies.

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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