The Coldness of my heart a trilogy by The $2 Philosopher

Poem I The poem of a deserted lover

When the coldness of my heart comes haunting
and my eyes, blind stones survey
not seeing your humanity
your needs
your worth
When I sit like a cold lead slug on the throne of self-righteousness
                               and my serpent's tongue lashes unrelenting
                               remember I was forged in the fires of your neglect
                               and the sermon that I now so callously preach
                               is the gospel of reciprocity... 

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Poem II The Poem of an unloved child to a neglectful mother.

When the coldness of my heart comes haunting
and my eyes, blind stones survey
not seeing your humanity
your needs
your worth
When I sit like a cold lead slug on the throne of self-righteousness
                                 and my serpent's tongue lashes unrelenting
                                 remember I was forged in the fires of your neglect
                                 and the sermon that I now so callously preach
                                 is the gospel of reciprocity... 

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Poem III The Poem of a citizen to the state

When the coldness of my heart comes haunting
and my eyes, blind stones survey
not seeing your humanity
your needs
your worth
When I sit like a cold lead slug on the throne of self-righteousness
and my serpent's tongue lashes unrelenting
                                   remember I was forged in the fires of your neglect
                                   and the sermon that I now so callously preach
                                   is the gospel of reciprocity... 


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Three completely different poems with exactly the same words (lol)  
Nala (The $2 Philosopher)                    #artistsandpolitics