|“There is nothing to fear but fear itself”…
‘what hypocritical words’ great figures have shouted out in disgust .
Underneath shattered pretensions, not like mistaken identities
which have no pain, dwells the motivation for purposeful lies;
Wasted fragments of self towering above uncontrolled riots
of blissful, wide eyed dreams. They see this, yet they keep silent. They keep fearing.
‘I am afraid of the light, you see’ they cry, to explain dark glasses.
Concealing the genocide taking place within
we look on untouched, unable to feel pity for those we deem beneath our magnanimity.
Unveiled, we still refuse to see how sentient life must eclipse disbelief and
embrace wrecked theories to open eyes and learn
not to be afraid of fear, but of self.