'' We Are All Being Conned '' Poem by Bri Mar

If life is for living,
And living is life,
Why do riving and forgiving,
Cut like a knife.

There's love and hate,
Some hate to love,
To berate they can't wait,
It fits like a glove.

Take bad and good,
The good love the bad,
The lewd can be rude,
It makes them feel glad.

The will to kill,
To kill we've the will,
The thrill we instil,
Is one bitter pill.

To die for another,
For another we'll die,
Then each other we'll smother,
But the truth we'll deny.

Extinction means fear,
Yet no fear of extinction,
To revere why we're here?
There's no clear distinction,

The religious love gods,
Are their gods religious,
The odds are that frauds,
Are really prodigious.

We live and expire,
To expire you must live,
Our desire to go higher,
Some can't forgive.

What's dawned is the truth,
The truth has now dawned,
The sleuth is uncouth,

‘' We Are All Being Conned ‘'