Can good acts be forgotten

Long struggle
Of creating a new human being
Seems jettisoned now
Not easy to accept defeat
Yet vanity of my imagination
Must give way
No more are asymmetrical promises kept
In this world
No more are non reciprocal acts
Of kindness left unresponded
Brutality of exchange economy
Has become pervasive
Almost every street
Is named after one or the other form of vengeance here
I don’t live here anymore
I Dont belong here
How did I come here
How did i get trapped in these
Corridors of contrite
Desires to be even
No matter how odd that looks