Pith Of Empathy

A pith stored of its empathy.
Has been severed to demolish.
And destroyed from showing,
The need and use of it...
To express sincerely.

An empathy once given,
Without expressing it to explain...
Its depth felt and from where it came.
Has become undone,
By the very ones who choose to believe...
Any sign to expose a caring for others,
Shows a weakness in strength.
Say those gathered together,
With their purchased guns.
And polished to shine bayonets.

Appear they come with puffed up,
Hollowed yet emptied...
Chests.
Afraid.
Of their own shadows reflected.
When called to stand tall.
Alone.
And by themselves.
To express their own beliefs addressed!
But heard to confess,
This done to do leaves them stressed.
Incapable to be brave.
Like those left defenseless.
Surrounded by paper tigers.
Armed from head to toe.

Proving...
No empathy to others they show.
As long as their strength remains,
Camouflaged to imitate it!
Until one who sits protected.
And behind a desk.
Is heard to express being upset,
By more toys to have ordered.
But as of yet not to arrive.

'Your confession has left,
All of your supporters distressed.
Depressed.
And have begun to fight,
Amongst themselves.'

'Lies.
Who has begun to spread these lies?'

'Your telephone?
Is as open and hot,
As where the devil lives.'

'Oops.
NOW HERE THIS.
My loyal and devoted followers.
BY NOW YOU SHOULD KNOW,
I AM YOUR AVERAGE PRACTICAL...
EVERYDAY JOKER.
RIGHT?
I WAS ONLY TESTING MY ABILITY,
TO COMMUNICATE WITH ALL OF YOU.
ANYTHING ELSE YOU PERCEIVE,
HAD BEEN ACTUALLY ME.
DISMISS IT QUICKLY.
AND,
YOU CAN ATTRIBUTE IT...
TO THOSE FAKE NEWS MAKERS.
OKAY?
LOVE YOU ALL.
HUGS AND KISSES!

Now.
There.
That should settle any confusion,
They took upon themselves...
To misunderstand.'