And, absent kindness, nothing has much worth

How like a prison is my cubicle
And yet the chains  which bind me can’t be seen.
But my greed and envy is indubitable
I am dumb and cruel and also very mean.

My cubicle’d be mansion  to the poor.
Yet to me it ‘s  small  for I am used to  space.
No doubt my wealth has made many feel sour…
But do not envy me for I’m disgraced.

No longer am I free in heart and soul.
I’m trapped and  it is by my own hand.
i am fractured ,I am broken I’m not whole.
I live  and yet I nothing understand.

Live  benignly for we live but once  on  earth
And, absent kindness, nothing has much worth