With love and kindness
I would assume,
You could be transformed
Being misinformed.

Why are you so ungrateful?
For your resentments despairs,
Tosses away the image of humanity
With illusionary insanity,
You are expressing nothing but your shame,
That your tongue is maimed
That you cannot even utter respect.

The more I try to,
The more I shake
And the more I feel bitter
Yet! No pains to express
The pain misunderstood
But cannot find the perfect amalgamation
of words to define this vexation.
I see no other word,
I see no other order,
But to move on,
With a caring heart.

© Gilbert Charles
@ MasterPen D'Poet