The Ramming of Two Fists

I am what I’ve become.
Just had to say
to anyone who’d challenge
the depths of my mind…

Who have we become?
Creatures
blindfolded
before immorality’s throne.

We are angry people,
though we forget to shout
slanders when the opportunity
has awoken.

No more nonsense.
Bullshit’s curtains
may be cut.
Life’s portrait may be beautiful.

Beauty;
white and black,
stemming from crevices in the street.
Together we’re radiating.

You’ll not accept me,
should I accept you?