Only for life

never intended to be merely for the living 
collisions of forces bring existence 
taking or giving 
pain is the standard for the flux of growth 
sharing detriment 
ask a rookery for a peasant 
some pay ungentlemanly hosts 
urgency tells survival 
torture tattles to ghosts 
love isn't a slate wiped clean 
the hood in me still strives 
"Words is words, 
blood is blood, 
and life is life only for life." 


Poem by: 
M.E.L.