Here on this barren isle

Living in personal exile

Feeling a bit defiled

Either that or the entire world is in denial,

Whether or not you would walk with me a while

Share a stretch of the green mile

I promise you won’t be on trial

Though the remarks of the fools will likely be vile,

The cognitive dissonance so prevalent here

In and out of their deaf ears

As they whine over their self-entitled fears

Standing stunned in the headlights like deer,

The fools who would celebrate the death of the innocent

Thinking comic book characters are real life magnificent

They exist in a concrete jungle dumbed down and malevolent

Mocking anything that could be heaven sent,

Walk with me a while

You might or might not like my style

You might find a reason to actually smile

Haven’t we both felt revile?

What do I see in that reflection?

A product of natural selection?

Perhaps just introspection

No doubt you’re suffering from the dehumanizing infection,

Had a shot at the miracle mile

But, blew it instead without a reason to smile

So, here I sit in exile

Where the casualties have been neatly piled.