Who are you to hand out misery?

All you do is convey hypocrisy.

Can't you read just about anything?

Or were you always just as blind

as a bat whose eyes are sockets?

I admired you once,

but now it's quite clear

that you're radical,

and that's dangerous, dear.

So I can remain but a distant shadow in your life,

who never ever comes near.

Seek help, is what you'll hopefully do,

when your eyes are opened

to your reflection, to you.

Maybe then you'll learn to respect those who came before us.

Politics plagues your mind,

and you seem to sing Satan's chorus.

You probably think that you're part of the solution,

but you're part of the problem

can't you see your planted feet

on one side of the Red Sea?

But you still have half of the respect

I used to have for you.

I suppose you could be worse,

but you're not quite as bad,

as the neglectful, eclipsing rock.

So take this as praise and a slap to the face,

but also never do.

We shouldn't be idle,

but also never like you.

Because

Too much green blinds you.

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