So you swapped your happiness for morsels of their acceptance
Washing away the beauty of your love to accommodate foolishness
My dear, it’s what you allow that they will do
Yes there are demons of all nationalities/creeds not just produced in one village
But you must take time to look at you
You sold yourself for morsels of expiry date love
You traded your time and intellect for the whims and caprices of a permanently confused soul
You can blame them
Even curse them, but will it restore your joy?
Will it refund the parts of yourself that you gave away so freely?
Better yet will it return your investment?
There are demons everywhere
Not relegated to a particular gender, race or religion
But when the demons come to steal, kill and destroy gather you pitch forks, light your fires and send them back to their dusty caves.
Guard your heart above all else
As at the root of everything
We are all human
Wonderfully selfish, spectacularly self-centred
And utterly over ambitious