Albatross
Little
Land in the sand, frightened faces oh so bland
Arrogance
and guilt your quintessential quilt
Prisoners
of the past, hostage to the future
Intractable
enemies near and far, your destruction their investiture
Are you
the remnants or the new beginning?
Still
haunted by the depths of the death’s head lightning
Had to
run when you could barely crawl
Scarred
and toughened, these days into overprotective stall
Turning
inward, your children yearn to be free
Raised
from birth to be defenders of middle class morality
Surrounding
all, that barrier of the battered
Allowing
nobody past unless they’ve been formatted
Do I
judge you harshly, for I merely express experienced reality?
Those who
despise you for your suspiciousness, arrogance and superficiality
Pointing
fingers is your game, pessimism your name
I sit
upon my hill and see the generosity, you’re an enigmatic dichotomy
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