The war never seems to end
For we claimed to know the way,
And blindly led the blind to a blind end
The heart has harboured a brood
Of vipers under the façade of liberty
In the process of fighting monsters
We became greater monsters
In the mirror of personal reflection
Is the deflation of inflated views of self-worth
Salvaging savage shreds of liberal conscience
Costly ideals of autolatry drain the purse
Injustice, perceived on the death bed
Speaks life to the lungs of a doppelganger-
A reminder of the good we could have done
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A refined poetic imagination, Tafadzwa. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.