Poem -

Nobody's Perfect

Nobody's Perfect

We dine in a realm of imperfection with a hunger for war, blood thirsty kings draped in gold reaping victorious rewards.  

Nobody's perfect. 

Is a sin only a sin to a religious man? Im drained and tired of feeling played by this sinful system of scams. 

Nobody's perfect.

We sold the soul of Mother Nature and brought a fatherless city of lights, only to be ruled by a systematical working life. 

Nobody's perfect. 

Despite all these imperfections things ain't all as they seem, because to be completely honest you seem pretty perfect to me.

                                          I.C.Toi 

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an authentic revelation of consciousness spilled over into ink..well delivered.....

well crafted.....leaving me to ponder....I like...

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ICToi

Thank you for taking the time to read and comment, it's much appreciated. 

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stacy ingram

I totally agree with what your saying.good choice of words,you explains a whole lot with few words I really liked  it. 

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ICToi

Thank you for your feedback Stacy. I'll be sure to check out your profile. 

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