I am sorry, there are no mermaids,
but there are fundamental inferred existences
of you and me,
the spaces between us.
I am sorry, you ended up as a collateral damage,
but inequities define equities
in this ruthless world,
Hope you can distinguish them in your next life.
I am sorry but I can't release you from my prison,
but your freedom is a threat to others
who are out there to imprison more people,
Get used to the walls for now.
I am sorry but there is no work for you,
your hands are best when they are idle,
but I do feel deeply about your hunger,
You may eat yourself.
I am sorry that you lived to read this,
but I could not conjure an apocalypse
with words and letters,
I write when I have to.