Glass, Happiness, The Truth

Even with these glass eyes,

all I see cuts

with distortion, and whispered, echos,

of augmented reality,

a deceptive cadence;

deminishing the truth.

But does it bring happiness;

does it bring the pain;

does it bring the spring

after a winter rain?

Is a victory a victory if you won

nothing at all?

Is a defeat a defeat if you

have it all?

The situation has lost its merit,

the badges of politicians

have been stripped,

with or without,

there are no more smiles

for this charity.