They are where they are,
Without exceptions, excuses...
Tears produced to empathize their alibis.
Or ideals bought to barter, sell or later be sold...
To pass off to others their problems presented,
But unable to solve.
They are where they are.
And needless it is to argue over the thickness of intent.
They are where they are with kept dependency on beliefs,
That a feeding on continued deceptions will provide rememdies.
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: ignorance