Forgotten determined

The gentle nudge of critique,
a chance for polish,
a softening of rough edges,
becomes a forgotten whisper,
lost in the hum of self-interest.
You are so busy holding the strings,
weaving a tapestry of control,
that the honest threads,
the good woven into the fabric of another,
simply don't register.

It is a blindness born of deliberate intention,
a willful sidestep around the sunlightthat illuminates the worth of a soul.
The subtle poison of manipulation,
a constant drip,
drains away the potential for growth,
for genuine connection.
And in this endless dance of dominance,
the upper hand of abuse,
a cold fist clenching tight,
refuses to acknowledge the simple truth,
the solid, unyielding realness of an individual.

They stand there, a solid mountain of self,
their gains meticulously piled,
each stone of advantagecarefully placed,
unmoved by the erosion happening elsewhere.
The welfare of another,
a distant echo,
a concept too alien to grasp.
It matters not to your own race of being,
this insulated existence where only your own kindtruly counts.

And in this relentless pursuit,
this self-imposed desert,
there is an inhuman deterioration,
a slow crumbling of what makes us human.
The empathy retreats,
the compassion withers,
leaving behind a hollow shell,
a monument to self-preservationthat has forgottenthe simple beautyof recognizingthe goodthat isyou.

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