Abased by Fearful Arms

 

Strong and stable, a feeble label

For the fable that marks the surge of

Mediocrity, as all one can hope for.

A culture abased by fearful arms,

The desire for maternal warmth

Is compromised for a fog of short-sighted ease.

Seeking refuge in the surface that aims to please

Though a substance that monitors our weaknesses

And ignores the pleas of suffering

Over the dense air that falsely divides us.

 

Those who cause pain are pained

Her state of mind echoing that of western disorder

Rewarding the novelty, scathing the truth.

Let forgiveness be our saviour

For what is born in love ends in love

For the many and the few.

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