Mosaic of Fear

Fear has ruled

My life

Fear of getting hurt

Beaten up, killed, humiliated

Hiding behind a friendly smile

My soul suffered and

The game of dishonesty

Took over

Now when life is

Almost over

I wonder why

Good Hate

Hatred is a good

Thing

Glowing in the morning sun

Like red leafs in the autumn

It keeps alive

Less numb

Then the Buddhist denial

Strategy pretending

Strengths and righteousness

The cold numbing

Needed only by the generals and

Money collectors