You kneel to show protection, confidence,
And piles and piles of lies to spill when weak
So hidden in a shiny rock, it sickens
The brain. Hallucinating a “love” petite
In life, but grand in mind. It soon will break!
This love of yours, the ride or die, oblique
In meaning, represents the thrill you seek
“Someone, though, will soon come and rescue me”
The love society had is dead, but care,
Compassion, education carry on
Under this label humans once declared
As truth, has camouflaged the emotions
That lay beneath the surface. Soon revealed
It’s goin’ to be; for once the care is real.