another second
another minute
another hour
another day
weeks,
months,
a year has passed
everything has changed
but nothing stays the same
a never ending cycle
of how things try to be
but nothing can be trusted
this foreign ground is shaking
i try but cannot stand
the sands of time have shifted
i reach further for your hand
i need to stand alone now
to get a grip on life
the real thing
.................
not the plastic imitation
these fools are so content with
can they not see
how their men drop like flies
the sugar coated poisen
they so willingly hand to their children
it isnt safe to breath the air outside
and inside we get beaten
so we hide
like the children we are
till we're torn so rudely
from our daydreams that we created
to distract ourselves from the violence
and are thrown
into the battle field that is
our dear society
to see if we can mold it
and create it all our own
some things never change....
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