Mechanism Of The Human Condition Poem by James McLain

Why be displeased, so inward we search for.
Outside judging other's, we can longer ignore.
Draped from head to toe and hidden from view
potentially hidding, concealed weapons.
The west has more than they need, Barbie doll's.
Uncompromising, ignorant of each other, the west
has cast over head,
searching you out the flying dragons rain fire.
Without a voice they are not heard but we see them.
Asking why, no answers offered, they just make more.
Beaton on the soles of the feet just to illicit an
allocution, where nothing's there.
So I confessed to what they wanted to hear, in the
hope that by them, I would be left alone.
Starving feeding me pork after telling me it was beef.