Yes, sometimes we will defensively avoid The ones which we recognise and affect us most.
No, we won’t dare to boldly climb the void
Of vanity, so fearing rejection and shame worst,
Will rather not affirm our rare, deepest feel
For another, but lay low, sullen and utterly still
Then blame destiny for being left unfulfilled
As to manage to diminish and then wilt the thrill
Of ransacking regret for our cowardly acts.
Yes, we will ignore and deny the clearest facts
To justify impulses and words of hay floated away
Swiftly and prematurely from our flawed throats.
No, we will not cherish the one which gloats
Over wealth that can’t be seized or clawed.
Yes, we will admire the one that moaned
With primeval ecstasy and whose abusing way
Got them piles of coloured papers, and will betray
The unquavering mutant who stood their ground
Instead of obliging standards of the mob around.
No, we will not reward the flame which cools
When all others scorch the marrow, nor the fools
That kindly smile their way through the alleys of hell.
Yes, we will use screens to sense less and tell
More, also will chisel that which defies the shape.
No, we will not move forth with philanthropy and faith
But with strenuous labour and relentless push.
Yes, we will hide from morals in the anonymity’s bush
And pretend that the trend is the sole way to be
As to survive alienation in a self-glorious society.