This is a poem I wrote a while back while reflecting on the state of our nation (and those who desire to lead it) and how it would compare when juxtaposed with my own inequities (yes I used "juxtaposed" and I'll do it again if I feel like it so don't judge me sir!). Drop a comment and let me know what you honestly think, not only as a critic but how it may have resonated or made you look back upon you own life experiences. Oh, and I apologize for the ten cent words, I guess I'm just in that kid of mood...
Self Is A Four Letter Word:
As the aroma and palate (taste? flavor?) of the melting pot continues to grow bitter;
Revealed are more and more the indiscretions of man and the selfish pursuit of self preservation.
Yet here I judge and there they are with what they've done, and I did, so who am I?
Committed sin against the one I love, does she reciprocate the offense?
Is it now then worse with her foreknowledge of the pain or are we just even?
Can you forgive the one who damaged you so, or can you forgive yourself for not wanting to be alone?
We boast (parade?) a life of gospel but refuse to die to self yet he's the one who died for us?
