A Good Boy
A Good Boy
My son did not kill anyone.
He did not rob a store.
He did not beat anyone up.
Do you hear me?
Do you see, my face?
Am I lying to you...
or to me?
Broken homes,
missing fathers,
overworked, underpaid,
desperate mothers.
A system that breeds contempt
of our fellow man.
It is a poison, on the land.
How can all be made to see
the division between us,
is a wall built by the darkness
of our every fear.
It is used against us,
to beat us, into submission,
by rank and tally
in the line.
Our skin...
only a covering.
Our hearts...
are all the same,
This world is just a game.
Reality is forever,
and it's just a breath away,
we will need to be ready...
as we can not stay.
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