On Pseudo Love
Pseudo love is not true love; it always wears a mask of deception,
Revealing the stark reality of its false nature.
It is the 'other' face that humankind oft wears,
One that laughs at death and revels in destruction.
Pseudo love does not acknowledge the reality of true love,
The beauty of nature or the blessings of the hour.
It mocks the joy of humankind and ridicules the celebration of life;
Its presence brings disgrace to a solemn occasion.
Pseudo love cannot build a strong fortress for humankind;
It tears down the work of a builder's hands by mocking his efforts.
Like a lion, it lies in wait to pounce, attack and consume its prey;
Chaos and confusion are the order of its day.
The truth of its false nature may be concealed for a time,
But its reality waits to be revealed.
When pitted against true love, pseudo love is exposed
For what it really is, a mere imitation of true love,
It's like a mockery of justice, adverse in nature,
Dependent upon its own wasted efforts at self-glorification;
Its relentlessness and senselessness, a harsh, cold reality
That humankind must contend with, throughout the ages.
The wary eye of humankind can spot pseudo love,
Alert others to the dangers of its adverse ways,
Break the pretense of its pseudo power,
Arise in solemn judgment against it,
Unmask its precarious plot and halt its potential terror;
Ultimately turn humankind back to his right course in life.
In any confrontation, true love invariably wins,
As deception is the devious nature of pseudo love.
When confronted with the reality of true love,
Its helplessness, hopelessness and powerlessness is revealed.
The futility of pseudo love becomes apparent,
With inevitable death as its ultimate demise.
