It’s easy using subterfuge to
mask mistakes – apologize in
misplaced selfishness for what
we did not do to throw accusers
off a shameful scent of truth
irrelevant confessions say you
did to cover tracks for doing worse;
subsequent attempts at blackmail
only anger me
I say some people leave distrust
within their wakes, make all look bad
and turn the world into a scary place
where others take the blame
denying you were there to chaos that
ensues unleashes fury they manipulate
strings of emotional mastery pulled by
a diva singing woes as wonderment
with childish innocence they claimed a
love of all, should one become enraged
when ruin merely is a consequence of sad
decision’s innocent mistakes
altruism is absurdity in manners fiscal
and should teach a wariness – to be a
loser who accepts the loss and bankruptcy
exploits the sanity of those who care, how
to guard against incredulous stupidity
forgiveness asked for disregard when we
were young is but a slur on loving care,
a positive idea of meek apology, a cover for
the crime, its presence such is but a test
wisdom loved itself for life in loyalty’s
integrity, accepting lessons making
harmony and self-esteem, rejecting
practices that exorcise the living dead
People crying in my sister’s ear while
talking rationally to me cause sibling rifts
feeding us at odds, rewrite the past to
cast themselves in a positive light
questioning those who loved me as they
proved subsequently by continuing to
care for me after subjection to
injudicious exorcism…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem