Playing the Victim
I feel deep sadness for the sullen and morose,
For their lives are wallowing in dissatisfaction
Unable to experience “The Lightness of Being,”
Aligning themselves with a disgruntled faction
Clutching tightly to every slight they’ve ever felt,
They throw verbal barbs like pagan poison arrows
To wound whoever lately has crossed their path,
Their mind consistently and ruthlessly narrows
Shutting out positive and improving influences,
They sadly engage in self-pity, playing the victim
And come to believe they are without any fault,
While latching onto their religion, issue dictums.
Written July 7, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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