"Untiled"
a fire inside loosens by self indulged design
the grape vine strung along steadily gripping time...
an acid dripping crime to prickle away this souls shell
revealing that... its wholeness is hell
now what could sell?
... a man's morals chopped down?
while anothers falsely risen? to grab an ash crown.
setting fire to his family's daughters gowns
i've heard their screams that make no sound.
bounding echo's off the rip tide in a precarious fashion
following this intoxicating delirious passion
lack of sincere action...
Hug's not existent among this faction.
they ration out terror in hopes to find it.
stumble around in the rubble n smoke blinded
steadily crumbling hope in its red white and blue palm
while inside the innocent pray for the eye of the storm's calm
Sly Belligerent militants prepare for another days work
while the revolver spins and lands in transit with hurt
picking up new heads for bullets to plant in.
terrorists with bare fist demanding...
and if responded to.. chaos unfolds
settling in the shattering cold
known to those who's souls are sold
so is it bold?
does it reek of bravery?
or does the television seek slavery?
Girl at age five...
even for kindergarten a small size
bagdhad grown... she saw beyond the lies
even in her tender time, she pieced it together
feather woven... both sides propaganda clouds weathered
wounds to country's tediously licked better...
through screens "unneeded" she always said
although heeded to the comments her mother bled
"take the bus stay safe from bombings"
wondering... "our neighborhood is safe"
and the bus forever became boring.
no idea that her flesh would sever n split, blood pouring
leaving school she walked home... tore fate from the hinges
deceiving thinking of "we need to win this"
turned this girls world into dwindles
splinters of memory's shes been through
lost on the ash covered winds without a clue
who would of knew?
she caught a bomb fragment to the thigh
in the chaos and cries she bled to death
parents shed a thousand tears of regret
look into dead set eyes of an once aging girl
and tell us if it's really worth changing this world