Empathy

Vile thing, empathy, steers a wicked boat
that wheels about to warp a river's face,
goes snaking like an acid down the throat.

Empathy, empathy that claims to dote
upon accord, undoes the deal in ways;
vile thing, empathy, steers a wicked boat.

Emotion takes a turn, no time to note

how it wipes love out leaving but no trace,

goes snaking like an acid down the throat.

It will own you, then be you and then gloat
over its glory, gravity and grace;

vile thing, empathy, steers a wicked boat.

An arrow with a point, lust does it tote
as it poisons the heart it can't embrace;

goes snaking like an acid down the throat.

Donned by kinsmen, it is a poor man's coat,

reinforcing all that it came to replace.

Vile thing, empathy, steers a wicked boat;

goes snaking like an acid down the throat.