They say kindness,
It costs nothing.
But in a cosmos where null is valued
But superficial materials
Is being kind, truly
The rewarding thing it is believed to be?
In theory, it is all so easy.
In hypothesis, it should not be difficult.
And yet, is not everyone torn between two worlds?
One where they desire for the globe to be better-
And so they endure, and smile, and wave goodbyes, and say "I love you"
All the while never having it returned to them;
On the contrary, the other world
Is all about putting people in their places,
About being "cool" and being on a pedestal far above anyone's reach,
by being the ones hurting those who love them.
Are there not inumerable individuals
Who catch themselves pondering
If society wouldn't be so unjust if its inhabitants were gentler,
And in the same breath stating that
spite is all that is worthy of applause in this age?
To be or not to be?
To live alongside cruelty and suffering
Or to not live at all?
What draws the very fine, white line
between honesty and barbarism?
A question contemplated for ages,
A question whose answer varies with each person asked.
What will your answer be,
Dear reader?
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flares of these strange thoughts
PoetryStrange thoughts, thats one way to put it. A collection of some lines i came up with off the top of my convoluted head. To be frank, I'm not even sure if this is, as one would call it, poetry. The way all this came to be is, well, i think a lot. Abo...
