I Know My-Self

By Vittala Chaithanya N M

A world of humanity,

Yet I kill without mercy.

I talk of saving trees,

With blood still staining my hands.

I say I am one with others,

Yet I reject those who differ.

I speak of tolerance,

While I burn another’s sanctuary.

I dream of peace,

yet paint my hands red in war.

I profess love,

Yet I shatter hearts with betrayal.

I claim nobility,

But I am only an evolved monkey.

I vow to help others,

While wishing my enemies gone.

I say I suffer,

Yet I chase fleeting joys.

I claim goodness,

While I hide my darkness.

I sin without restraint,

Then beg for absolution.

This duality defines me,

A bitter truth, hard to swallow.

By Vittala Chaithanya N M