Replica

Oh, how I quiver, while tears flow as the river;

And right this moment I shan’t deny

(From time to time) when death swings by

From worlds below – such is my ordeal –

Morality tainted by bohemian appeal

“Where’s your conscience?” you ask

I steadily answer with no hesitation

(For I rather wear my own mask)

“I’m not a replica or an imitation...

How many of you do self-embrace?”

While pride and prejudice marks your face

Akila Sekhet