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