My pity is fake … by Miriam Neiger-Fleischman

My pity is fake … by Miriam Neiger-Fleischman

whom to pity and how ( after guardian)

 what is self pity? Whom to pity  and why?

 Question always arises looking at all

falling peanuts , strewn feathers and  

happenings around deaths and merciless

Killings, bombshells and  profuse bleeding;

 Me in the cell, suppressing all pangs

of torture  and still seeing many a victim

 In the gas chambers and handcuffed

  Awaiting judgement or final call from

  Heaven; counting dead in war field,

 identifying the innocent, selfless  torn

 amid by blood thirsty cauldrons,

 dead falling like pittance, I know not

whom to pity, kith and kin and still

fighting cells ;cant I abolish war,

cant I negate calumny: my instinct replies

it is not one man’s show, gathering

and conspiracy need be quelled;

who cares for the dead? I pity  myself

 same thing in store for me.