So, you seek duality,
Compatibility in opposites.
You are armed with preconception
Filled with determinant knowledge.
Cultural tenets pull you into it,
You know, that cesspool of conformity.
The constant blather about equilibrium,
The vogue of the day, your crowd,
Maintaining balance, harmony,
But your duality is shallow, seen.
Watching you walk down the street,
Passing the less fortunate shows,
That slight side step, hip outward,
Compassion is your hypocrisy, and
That…..is your grievous duality.
A disease permeates your life,
Your body language the diagnosis.
Actually, you are the less fortunate,
Those that live on the street,
They are in touch with reality,
You, only hubris and counterfeit charity.
© 2011, Donald Harbour