Poem

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You're too good for this world.
You belong on a higher plane
where nymphs sway to a tune
unheard by human ears.

All in harmony none pretend at love,
and endless wars are fought, as here,
but without pretense of regret.

There you can openly slaver over
the misery of the poor
and openly devise your endless schemes
to create hate and havoc
wherever you go.

Yes, you are way too good.
Way too good for this world,
my fellow man.

Authors Bio:
Ex-army medic. Atheist. I'm an amateur writer and poet.