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Mirrors reflect my World
Daily I look in them and see
words on their pseudo paper:
Ever since I succumbed
to the glistening technology -
those reflections are seen
in any number of syllables.
They are amalgamated by my brain -
forecast rain, forecast pain,
forecast the demise of places
once thought totally invincible.
And with them come sounds
uttered by mouths out of sync
with the reality of the scene.
But they have sunk beneath
their greed and their subjugation
of anyone who dare to think
a different or individual way;
or breathed some foreign prayer
to an alternate colored God;
or felt the love of fellow men
treated badly by a vicious system.
I often ask myself why it is
I do not think the same way
as these false shaman of good?
Had I not been sent away
to boarding school when very young
then I might have grown to mirror
the thoughts and patterns
of they who begot me more closely:
instead I lived through formative
years with alien ideals
implanted in my virgin brain -
ensuring I could never be the same
and lived instead with constant friction.
I spoke a foreign form of diction
to even those who bore me.




© Allen Ansell 2022, 2023