I seek to speak peace

To bind up and to make whole

To string along kindnesses oft unspoken

With proclamations of unabashed truth.

I attempt to roust the inner soul

To contemplate its own magnificence

To begin to comprehend its worth

With an appeal to heart, I nary bluff or feign. 

For there is only faux conciliation

A mockery of appeasement in lies

Whispered honeyed diction dripping with condescension

Condensed and wrapped behind vacant eyes.