If it was not for war...
Those with this kind of mindset,
Would find no reason to live.
Without offending others,
Sadly stagnant with toxic tactics.
And morally pathetic!
And this might reflect,
Land of lost realities.
And it is difficult to shake,
The people awake.
Those who trusted,
I can understand why some people are perceived as naïve.
I once believed everything I was told.
Never thinking anyone would have something up their sleeve.
Or be as cold,
You wish me to be specific?
Like an island in the Pacific?
You wish me to lay it on the line?
To ease and bring a comfort,
This late afternoon breeze...
In the midst of June,
In a Spring quietness,
No one on Earth
Can be that blatantly ignorant.
No one would set up a scheme,
To destroy their inner being.
Not here to deal with those,
With thoughts of a lowered life.
Those who can not appreciate others.
But find themselves embittered...
Pain is only felt
By the one who is feeling it.
Both the history and the depth of it...
Is only known by the one who lives it.
That's what I like to call myself.
Mister Muffin Tucker.
You can call me Muffin,