‘pri-o-ri-ty’ is a sentence I like.
it is what you choose to keep,
it is who you decide to love,
who you consider a friend, and
who you choose to tell a lie.
it’s a parrot that speaks
volumes of words that
a book cannot cater for.
it is the in-between: the line
dividing insanity and madness.
when one offends, knowingly –
it is a choice of the inflictor that
the inflicted isn’t worthy of calm,
isn’t worthy of empathy or peace,
it’s a choice that ended with prayers
but the devil is to take the blame.