False Comfort

Denying the truth, denying reality
Relieves the pain for only an instant;
It cannot effect a lasting cure,
For the ills of the world exist and persist
No matter how hard one sidesteps and tries
To dress them up in frilly attire,
Or douses them in dime-store perfume,
Or averts one's eyes from the messy scene.
Cesspools never cease being filthy,
Unless one descends on hands and knees
And scrubs them clean with earnest ardor
And honest acceptance of one's task
While cleaving to dignity then and forever.
Any mindset short of utter commitment
Is bound to fail and foul the fields further
With shame, disruption, and misery
For all.

Reviews

[Saud Maroof]

this is beautifully dark and unfortunately a silent murmur for a view of this unjust world.

Calmly put yet reveals great pain.Thank you for sharing.