Contort - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Contort

I see his face
Contort, betraying
The inner conflict
That comes from believing
Something that isn’t
True, twisting reality
Into whatever it becomes
When it is extinguished
By raw fear and bias,
Self-preservation at
The expense of others.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer