False Beasts

On By River Dixon/The Stories in BetweenIn Poetry & Prose 
A want for destruction
Held by
A lack of faith
In the oneself
Wrapped in your
Pious hope
Choking on
Identity indignation
And the suffering
Justified, subsists
At the end
Of a pointed finger
Self-awareness
Driven by
A false awareness
Defined
By our self-imposed
Differences
In this we divide
Disguised
As compassion
While the oppressed
Become
The oppressor
Too afraid to deviate
From the group think
The fragile glue
Which holds together
This vulnerable
Identity
Distorted in its truth
As we are swallowed
By false beasts

SoAgnry

33 thoughts on “False Beasts”

  4. What to believe in? Falsehoods, group mentality, those who shout loudest or the self? You pose these questions really well in this piece, and the single word lines work perfectly as a focus. To me thus has an alomst rap-like feel about it. Great writing.

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