The Misfit

 

I didn’t fit in

I’ll never fit in

I’ll never be what

The structure before me wants

It wanted to bend me like a pin

It couldn’t, I wouldn’t

So it has thrown  me out

To the waste bin!

I can’t fit in dishonesty

Which feigns grand cordiality

Where justice sits like Lazarus

Hungry, begging, naked outside

Despicable disparity!

My heart will be always outcast

In the house of vulgar vanity!

The vocation to love and foster

Orphaned souls, with truth to cater

Can’t fit in where hypocrisy struts

While it pampers its own pets

The lot undeserving, spoiled, waster

Shunning all ideals and principles

Passed through selfish twister!

Xavier Bage

Sat, March 11, 2017