Am I supposed to love
dysfunctional musings
farces who claim wisdom
demons parading as saviors
dankness of humanity
always glistening like sparks?
You tell me, realistically;
is blatant disrespect shown
towards morals and values
A feat I absolutely enshrine
on this day of sweet love?
Dare I should, dare I not
run my fingernails through
A crow’s feathers, searching
for the flesh of leftover life
when the molecules settle
of debris collaborated in spirit
reigning upon humankind
bombing simplistic ideals
of how to treat each other
do I still venerate muss?
–by Maria Mocha © 2023
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