Pity Those - Poem by Paulina LozadaCortez
Pity the Descendants of both brilliance and wisdom,
For their hearts and minds are always at war
With one another.
Pity the geniuses,
Born of exemplary brilliance,
For they lack Wisdom -
Are bereft of emotion,
And are unable to feel.
Pity the passionate,
For they are Greedy without their knowing,
And will forever be Hungry.
And pity the naive,
For they're Oblivious to the Grey
And understand naught
The Suffering of others.
But pity the Descendants -
Those who feel too much, yet not enough,
Think too much and speak too little,
Know all, yet know they know nothing,
And are needy and independent all at once.
Yes, pity the Descendants
Who engage in war every minute they're awake,
Who experience everything in crashing, thrashing bouts
And then nothing at all:
Those unfortunate to behold the Light of Mind,
As well as an anchor on the soul.
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