What is sad to see
is the things we find;
the negative in our worlds
viewed through conditioned mind.
We are victims
which ever one we say.
Whatever condition we believe
has made us this way.
We fight the losing battle
within ourselves—without end.
We look to God when inner-strength is lost—
a Creator we can’t comprehend.
Praying for relief
from the hell our thoughts created,
not realizing the world we live in
is designed to keep us fixated
on the very thing that keeps us torn
between silence and the noise;
between peace and relentless hostility;
between dastardliness and poise.
Yet, we continue in our narrative:
the story we create
in our groupings of fleeting thoughts
hoarded together and made great.
The constant need to make them relevant—
these thoughts we call to favor.
Inferiority or superiority
is our labor.