26 December, 2017

Poem - Unsure

Happiness - not a destination
but journey to it we must
Success all humans' common aim
For this sole reason we self inject pain

Dopamine over dose
An escapade from reality
Oxytocin injected
Relieve the frightful scares

What is morality?
If your poison can be my apple
Why justice why equality
Isn't my body the only I serve?

Yet the guilt of past doings haunts with regret
The joy of gift giving? or the remission of sin
Hari kiri except we don't die
So others life we continue to hurt with our lies

What shall we do O Master
What can we say?
Apologies neither suffice 
Nor is worthy to repay

Life lived well and socially respected
yet society is cruel and the poor neglected
Do the filthy work please oh dear man
So i need not dirty, my clean soft hands.

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