They prey on your disgust,
To manipulate your trust,
Putting seeds inside your mind,
Of hatred towards dark crime,
Blinding you to the truth,
By spinning it to you,
As if it's all there ever is,
Among the blessings and the gifts,
They taint them with humanity,
When the path is mere formality,
And if they really cared so much,
For the ones who suffer at the touch,
Then they'd have a bit more respect.
Empathy feels,
As crimes are real,
And absolutism will leave us drowning in the misery of our own perceptions.
As I find myself angry,
When usually I am sad,
It is their voice and their words,
Whizzing around in my head,
Their childish emotional song,
But I know the anger is wrong,
It's judgemental and blanketing,
It insinuates, manipulates, intimidates,
And worse,
It creeps inside each of our lives and it hurts,
Every time we remember them we feel the pain they paint,
Almost as if the original crime was being repeated again.
Rowan Blair Colver
To manipulate your trust,
Putting seeds inside your mind,
Of hatred towards dark crime,
Blinding you to the truth,
By spinning it to you,
As if it's all there ever is,
Among the blessings and the gifts,
They taint them with humanity,
When the path is mere formality,
And if they really cared so much,
For the ones who suffer at the touch,
Then they'd have a bit more respect.
Empathy feels,
As crimes are real,
And absolutism will leave us drowning in the misery of our own perceptions.
As I find myself angry,
When usually I am sad,
It is their voice and their words,
Whizzing around in my head,
Their childish emotional song,
But I know the anger is wrong,
It's judgemental and blanketing,
It insinuates, manipulates, intimidates,
And worse,
It creeps inside each of our lives and it hurts,
Every time we remember them we feel the pain they paint,
Almost as if the original crime was being repeated again.
Rowan Blair Colver
