Who should be committing suicide?: A poem 

I stand at the window and feel a piercing anecdotal light 

This wisdom that drew from symbolic parables is all colours and white 

So, I feel the statute of my principled perseverance shining bright 

Even if one evil relentlessly devolves to another evil, it can’t blunt my fight 

I am never mothballed by age or pain, though I can never sense delight 

Did I savour my  valour as a midcult, and not an invincible knight? 

I may not get any validation, because evil is always starcrossing my truth 

You can see that my armies are dispersed on disparate islands, but still have youth 

Do you think I am incapable of walking, even if I wear heavy leaden boots? 

My kitchen keeps cooking, and still my chimney has no soot 

I simply must keep pursuing to disable the creeper, by the act of uproot(ing) 

The unwelcome arrangements must be upended and usurped with a kicking foot 

We must continue to differ (my apologies), in secret unison, to shake off the poison 

We must not eat the corn (con) that has both pest and pesticide 

Truth and justice have been lost because of a historic infanticide 

It is not the brave but the ones who keep reproducing treachery that must be compelled to suicide!