Nonsympathies

No, I will not be a second-hand gun.

I will not be used in your self-insufficient fantasies.

I will not-

I dare not take part in your commiseration.

I do not take pity in those

Who do not cut their sharp tongues.

Who are living beings created by all the divine.

The cosmos, the universe.

The stardust, our happiness, and our tears.

Do not dare disrupt the crumbling decentred earth

With your nauseating, narcissistic, selfish inflictions

I will not hurt because you choose to hurt.