The Pool

​Three generals

In a pool

Pool of aqua

 

      Waters of many colors

A pool of dilemma

A pool of suffering

Shame and reproach

A pool of many waters

A pool of dirty waters

     

   Rejected by humanity

No place to say

The pool identifies with them

And they make the pool their abode

The inhabitants of the pool have they made friends with

     

     I’m ashamed of myself

For my fellow human has been accepted 

By my inferiors

I call them dumb, but yet

They make happiness and smiles glitter 

On the face of the generals in the pool

They’ve done what I can’t do

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