Innocent? I Don't Know.

We could sit and stare
at nothing at all
with our lonely backs against the wall.

We could close our eyes
and pray to see change
but they'd still trot along with cases of mange.

We could clench our fists
and grip skin until red
with our feet propped neatly against our warm beds.

We could roll across sidewalks
of the towns we've always called home,
and no one would notice anything unless, possibly, we were gone.

We could slam our books
and stomp our feet down,
but could we get attention from someone around?

We could bash their heads
and kick their knees out
they would fall and get back up without missing a beat, without a doubt.

Fingerprints, footprints, ringprints.
Useless, and we all know,
so we sit here and think about what kind of fit to throw.