Insensitivity

by Claudine Faylogna, BSA 4-1

You care not about her, not about him
Self-centered: indeed you are;
You show no help when people scream
You declare no peace, always war.

Courage, you say, is what you own,
Do you really think that is bravery?
As you raise yourself and bring people down;
Why do you judge? You’re not a jury.

Sail by the sea, soon you’ll know,
Your thick skin will soon get burned;
You think you look good, is that so?
You bet, how many curses have you earned?

Blunders say you belong with them,
You’re a piece of shit in this world;
An unwanted thorn in a smooth stem,
Karma’s a bitch, you’ll soon get curled.

Go on and continue what you’re doing,
Let them hate every piece of you;
Since you love it when you see people crying,
Get ready when things return in due.