Cast Out
Turned
backs mean you walk the plank
The look
in your eye or the face seen as blank
Superficial
embrace is the fool you once
Time
shows that the next one is an insincere dance
For
between time is reality where there’s no pretence
Lying
acts of emotion revealed not by chance
Never can
your metaphysical stance be shifted
So fear
is their reaction as you’re condemned and griftered
You’re
not alone for stray cats always stay and atone
Punished
for what they’ve never done
Justice
they know is unemotional and never a merciful mistress
Yet fear
is not known for only the guilty seek forgiveness
It means
nothing, for the cast out has scars of life
Cold is
the long time companion of strife
Tough is
that soul of self-made Identity
Hatred
for forced sympathy, empathy and pity
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