Confetti The Wind
Armed with little more than hope,
truth becomes your trusted shield.
For you believe in yourself;
and the confidence you wield.
The City is aglitter,
yet hunger's all too real.
And those flashing neon lights
detract from how scared you feel.
You see, open bigotry
redefining right and wrong.
And an unjust system where
the weak empower the strong.
Wishes confetti the wind
as paper dreams fly away.
And if that doesn't make you cry,
it is your soul you betray.
Ravaged by a wicked world,
innocence is quick to die.
Reality is ugly,
and Santa Claus is a lie.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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