stf

(a poem)

Love resonates where hate is deafened,
silenced and muted to as if it has never been spoken
never been heard of
never took the form of hate itself.

Such irony beckons us
beings of morality, just and civilized,
yet never immune
and never the all-knowing.

We fall victim to our own shortcomings
becoming the cause, denying the outcome.
Seekers of compassion?
We are truly stranger than fiction.
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"stf" by L.K. Sison -fin 12:33AM