To the ones that matter…:A poem 

You all can see 

that when it came to choices for free 

I displayed much inhibition 

reluctant to play your much expected and desired melody 

instead, dishing you an irony 

And you had pleaded me with pleasantries 

I didn’t cause the watershed; but only the upheavals 

that designed the obituaries of every scheme 

I felt like a lonely ghost walking in these graveyards 

though it was only meant to set you all free! 

So, I became my own hypocrisy 

And turned into a tormentor (of you) to bely the actual tormentor 

Understand, that there was no fanfare 

for God, who lived like a plainclothesperson 

and administered his own unbelonging 

because, otherwise, love would pose as its own adversity 

I swear anger was not reserved for the loved and undeserving (of it) 

But it was handicapped to shoot the victim 

to stifle all that rampantly spreading treachery 

And you must fathom the sorrow of such cruelty 

because the evil disease that infects 

can only be rid by injecting the infected victim