The Shadow of myself. (which I accuse.)

The Shadows of Myself/
(which I accuse.)
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I chew slowly the
grapes of Wrath;
as the Bittersweet
Irony stains any
Soul unfortunate
enough to cross my
Hateful Path.

Monkeys!
(I accuse)
Criminals!
(one and All.)
Victims of this Social
Aftermath.
(in a society born to Fall.)

Deep, meaningless
Symbolisms,...
oh how they make
a motley Pot of
Senseless Stew!;...
Criticisms from below;
Reality from Afar!
(I laugh at how sincerely
it effects you.)

No Tree of Life is
known so well,
as the many Limbs
of Certain Death;
so that Few have
climbed half a Branch.
(without sacrificing
self respect.)

Monkeys!
(I proclaim)
Criminals!
(all abused)
A Herd of
Useless refuse!
(they are Shadows
of  myself which I
accuse.)

J.Stephen.H