Détente Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Do nothing, just relax, compulsion free.
Everything seems simple as the mind
Throws tribulations, troubles, trials, behind,
Enjoys the moment spent, content 'to be'.
Need leads to greed beads, feeds society,
Thus outward show no inner flow knows. Signed
Elegy for well-being's underlined
Denying rights to jungle creeds that see
Exhaltation when life's daily grind
Treads on others, egocentricity
Excuse for 'counter_wait' humanity,
No space retained to gain détente, unwind.
To find oneself one leaves self on the shelf:
Endless peace, release, spurn man's urned wealth.