Pardon me while I put down my pen
step away from the world I see
no longer wishing to participate
in this confusion beyond God's grace

with those so sure of themselves
I've lost my way to find myself
absent landlord with mad tenants
I’ll emulate departure’s grief

to the victor goes the spoils
granting rope that may be pulled
knot created to aid my quest
collar tied that’s cheered on

extremities in black and white
assurance spun in sharp contrast
in the middle I struggle now
asking why I joined the farce

the answer comes with clarity
now the veil invites me in
prompted by the left and right
no longer wishing for my kind

without a pen to state my case
I'll exit now to find my way
****** by life to disappoint
this *** to call the kettle black.

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