Who are we that we decide
Where beauty rests and upon whose face...
Limits they call them.
Reality they say...
They call her names,
and watch her cry...
Unfurling the arms of acceptance,
At peace in its warm embrace...
Point your fingers, redirect your lies.
As another hopeless person dies...
Societal Aches
Cold stories wave through the media...
The rusty barrel sits in the alley way
orange that glows from inside it...
My forefathers spoke the truth as they
saw it...
Soldiers
of all armies...
We, society, see a problem child, a kid that...
A teenager who just intentionally sets about...
The wounds appear in an arranged future.
when the first event occur...
No one ever really ever sees the real flowers of...
And why...