She was born to grow yet she screams in silent tears of pain blindfolded and raped again by so many she cannot remember when with her arms weighted down by corruption and fear with the last of her strength with her skeletal grasp she still desperately holds on to the book of common law as the corroded buckled scales of peace slip slowly past her finger tips her heart slowly breaks hearing the silent weeping of all the young who are dying inside a...
It is not the ones from above that tells them they must defecate on the ones who are just trying to be simply free from the laws that are designed to decay that part of your mind that keeps trying to find the reason why that it should be that we have to be herded like sheep
Within this fragile body that we wear all alone disconnected from what is clear used and abused by doubt and fear twisted words whispered in our ears watching digital pixels passing by our eyes why do we not sometimes sit back and wonder why
Should it not be a priority the quieting of young minds within the prisons that we have today should it not be mandatory in every place they are caged a quiet life for the prison guards that will leave orthodoxologists screaming in rage how dare they challenge our claim
Will there ever be a day when some people who are awake collect photos of the dying and the dead the shocked faces of fear and dread where they change two little things their hair and their skin then walk the digital road to all the Weston homes asking politely do they not feel like your own when you look at your child who innocently smiles with no idea of the suffering yet to come
We can run and We can hide We can pretend that We are blind but that day will come when our tears caress our fears as We stand with our kids with our head bowed low at the end of a barrel of their guns