Scoffing at the notion and yet with no retort
The vacant shell of knowledge echoing
my doubts – which remain defenceless
And yet my instinct tells me all’s a lie.
Just different camps designing
And so when righteous roar
I’ll reply with my own righteousness: You’re wrong
Thus persisting, uncertain as to why.
© TheHairyTeacher2017
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