In my memory, it was all in the timing;
I wonder how it is in hers?

Perhaps it was teenage wishful thinking,
Encouraged by all the propaganda
I swallowed but could not taste,
All the lies I believed but did not hear.

It has taken me far too many years
To gain the perspective I needed then;
The cost of the delay has been
Other humans’ pain, administered by
My unwitting, witless hand guided by
My idiotic adolescent brain.

Still the same poison pervades
So much that many do not believe
It is there. It stains so much
Of our world that it has become normal.

At last, I have grown out of that
Selfishness, that solipsism, that
Barbaric belief that no one else
Had their own life, their own desires,
Their own feelings. Alas, the world
Has not.

How can I show this
To people who cannot see?

06/08/2017

Posted on 06/25/2017
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