Was ever life as meek as mine?
Herded to persuasion.
Cowered by belligerent storms,
Abstaining provocation.
This world, this mire, these bitter pills,
This barming pot of cultural ills.
Violated minds, tilted wills,
And cleansing correlation.

I seek no fight in lieu of peace,
No assertive conversation.
Contemptuous preaching to the lay,
Or coercive meditation.
This world, this cage, this itching lair,
Of seedless glory, ripe despair.
Cast the peace, and leave me there,
In tranquil isolation.

Niice write :-)

Took me a bit to absorb it.
Great write
Thank you for sharing

Thank you :)

Wow such a bleak look at all that is frustration with interpersonal communication, to reach such despair as to prefer isolation. I feel your words.

Deep. It is like reading your inner thought.
Thank you for sharing

Thank you. I am slightly frustrated by the lack of tolerance in the world. By all means feel free to choose your religious, political or racial allegiances but at the same time allow me to just live my life in peace. :)