The alleged nice people need much introspection!: A poem 

I am silent but in reflective conversation 

lying low in all that wickedness of judgement 

letting a resolute chatter come out of me, like a spring doll 

out of a box, just like a cuckoo popping from a clock 

I have latent expectations at the moment, 

but would they prove their overwhelming potency 

This faint cry – to the world that obliges an oblation 

to gods that have occulted the rightful God 

Can there be a vision that demasks this fraud, 

every eye to fathom the true dimension beyond perception? 

There are these nicest people wanting to ratify 

their own goodness, in fact, fraught with misbegotten objectives 

I know the desert from their loud ostracism 

has a vegetation of profundity that they target with recalcitration 

Would they all recapitulate their convictions 

and see there is only water in their nice ice? 

I know I have traversed these distances on a slow patient penny-farthing 

But I can wind up saying that your robust enemy may just be God’s darling King 

I know your curvatures of judgement are just anomalies 

There is an overlying lack of vision in your deliberate preconditions 

Truth is not the sot of your intentionally malleable destiny 

You can’t keep flogging it like an outcast and chaining it to trepidation